Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations From a Speakesy

Verse 1-
get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and tonight busting the mic like,
Lately I've hearing nothing but hype,
Pen's mightier than your Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact I've had perfection,
And you aint close to Omni though you may lack direction,
got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
I'll last forever bad impressions,
Like the first night you in adolescence,
The way I slam a can panic veterans,
Some things are better left unsaid anything that I have to mention,
My loud mouths my 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 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 language of relaxation.

Verse 2 -
The of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of is what makes me keep trying,
My to survive is like I'm stranded on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep climbing till find me,
My city's been behind me the mid nineties,
Right around the time it was cool to be grimy,
My DJ used to the earth 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 they it,
I put it on my CD but they it,
But that's what when you do something different,
Some can just stay content with the simple shit,
I live my fast like it's my last,
I don't trip off of cash or 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 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 universal of relaxation.

3 - Suffa
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 like smokers tar,
Tell me who can rock with no guitar,
And if I aint getting paid then I'm leaving in the car,
Tell me who you this far,
Gone, on the moments...
Gone, on the break of this governments back,
And it's on till my are all loving the tracks,
No thugs in his raps, no 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 what digital 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 your feet 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 universal of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and 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 language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your conversations,
the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your 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 universal of relaxation.