Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
Let's get aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa busting the mic like,
Lately been 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 close to Omni even though you may lack direction,
I've got a heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
last forever like bad impressions,
Like the night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I a sentence can panic veterans,
Some things are better left unsaid like that I have to mention,
My loud mouths my downfall doubtful,
bite off more than I can chew cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, I'm a scoundrel,
With enemies but is a friend of me, I'm out yall.

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.

Verse 2 -
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is makes me keep 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 time when it was to be grimy,
My DJ used to the earth spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, the word like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody told the but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but they it,
But that's happens when you do something different,
Some people can just stay content the simple shit,
I live my life fast it's my last,
I don't trip off of cash or in the past,
I'm bigger that; I'm bigger than rap,
One of the MCs on the map for bringing that back.

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 universal of relaxation.

3 - Suffa
I heard ain't no party like an open bar,
We lay out rhymes drinks for a broken heart,
Heartbreak liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, roll thick smokers tar,
Tell me who can rock parties no guitar,
And if I aint getting then I'm leaving in the promoters car,
me who you know this far,
Gone, on the moments...
Gone, on till the break of this back,
And it's on till my mates are all 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 what cameras did for porn,
Born in a town, die with a big mouth,
Hoods it all down, shouts to the kids south.

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