Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
Let's get aside,
Pressure, Omni and tonight busting the mic like,
Lately I've hearing nothing but hype,
mightier than your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact I've had perfection,
And you aint to Omni even though you may lack direction,
got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't need a map for I'm a man of legends,
I'll last like bad impressions,
the first night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I a sentence can panic veterans,
Some are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention,
My loud mouths my it's doubtful,
I'll bite off more than I can chew cos I got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, I'm a scoundrel,
With but clich is a friend of me, I'm out yall.

Pull up a chair, and your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the language of relaxation.

2 - Omni
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what makes me trying,
My will to survive is like I'm on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep climbing till find me,
My city's behind me since the mid nineties,
Right around the when it was cool to be grimy,
My DJ used to make the spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, spread the word you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody told the truth but missed it,
I put it on my CD but they it,
But that's happens when you do something different,
Some people can stay content with the simple shit,
I live my life fast it's my last,
I don't off of cash or dwell in the past,
I'm than that; I'm bigger than rap,
One of the sickest MCs on the map for bringing back.

Pull up a chair, and your feet on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.

Verse 3 -
I heard ain't no party like an open bar,
We lay out rhymes like drinks for a heart,
like liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, roll thick smokers tar,
me who can rock parties with no guitar,
And if I getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car,
me who you know this far,
Gone, on the moments...
Gone, on the break of this governments back,
And on till my mates are all loving the tracks,
No in his raps, no muggings and macks,
And no guns, just to get us up on the map,
Bust, Suffa on wax, it's on,
I'm trying to do for rhyme digital cameras did for porn,
in a small town, die with a big mouth,
Hoods tore it all down, to the kids south.

Pull up a chair, and kick your on the table,
Let down you hair, back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for speakeasy conversations,
the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, back in your seat if you're able,
got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation,
up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your on the table,
Let down you hair, back in your seat if you're able,
got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the language of relaxation.