Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa busting the mic like,
Lately been hearing nothing but hype,
Pen's than your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact conception had perfection,
And you aint close to Omni though you may lack direction,
got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure need a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
I'll forever like bad impressions,
the first night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I slam a can panic veterans,
Some things are better left unsaid like that I have to mention,
My loud my downfall it's doubtful,
I'll bite off more I can chew cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, I'm a scoundrel,
With enemies but clich is a of me, I'm out yall.

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,
It's the language of relaxation.

2 - Omni
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what me keep trying,
My will to survive is like I'm on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep climbing somebody find me,
My been behind me since the mid nineties,
Right around the when it was cool to be grimy,
My DJ used to the earth spin in reverse,
Put the to the dirt, spread the word like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, told the truth but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but skipped it,
But that's what happens you do something different,
Some people can just stay with the simple shit,
I live my life fast it's my last,
I trip off of cash or dwell in the past,
I'm bigger than that; I'm bigger rap,
One of the sickest MCs on the map for that back.

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.

3 - Suffa
I heard ain't no party like an open bar,
We lay out like drinks for a broken heart,
Heartbreak liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, roll thick like 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 till the of this governments back,
And it's on till my mates are all the tracks,
No thugs in his raps, no and macks,
And no guns, trying to get us up on the map,
Bust, on wax, trust it's on,
I'm to do for rhyme what 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 feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean in your seat if you're able,
got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the language 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 speakeasy conversations,
It's the language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick 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 language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the language of relaxation.