Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight the mic like,
Lately I've hearing nothing but hype,
Pen's mightier your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
the point of the exact conception I've 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,
Like the night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I slam a sentence can veterans,
Some things are left unsaid like anything that I have to mention,
My loud mouths my it's doubtful,
I'll off more than 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 your feet on the table,
Let you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the language of relaxation.

Verse 2 -
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The of victory is what makes me keep trying,
My will to is like I'm stranded on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep till somebody find me,
My been behind me since the mid nineties,
Right the time 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 like you 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 when you do something different,
Some can just stay content with the simple shit,
I my life fast like it's my last,
I don't off of cash or dwell in the past,
I'm bigger than 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 down you hair, back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
It's the universal of relaxation.

Verse 3 -
I there 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 like tar,
Tell me who can rock parties no guitar,
And if I aint getting paid I'm leaving in the promoters car,
Tell me who you know far,
Gone, on the moments...
Gone, on till the of this governments back,
And it's on till my 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, trust on,
I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital did for porn,
in a small town, die with a big mouth,
Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the south.

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