Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
I've earning my stripes,
till I'm perfect I'm working the mic,
And I've been serving the type of that murder insights,
This ain't an urge it's for life, I recite furthers the fight,
A service for the that occurs in the night,
So put your money where your mouth is, we're it now,
Golden Era's let on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,
We're here to take back used to be ours,
So make last words count like grooms choosing their vows,
It's more than just timing, the of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if I'm writing my name upon corpse it's a signing,
There's of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
The water that's rising the shore it's more of your crying,
Jealous cause we striving and by truths,
They know nothing bout surviving the times and the news,
And whole image is a lie and didn't that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, feel free to a mile in my shoes,
Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, time is money,
Then I've paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the which your fed?
Write rhymes with heart and do your business with your head,
If you ever bought a beer, let it be clear,
It was a blessing but I'm stressing be dead in a year,
Forgetting my for the blood, sweat and tears,
F a career, I'll be with the respect of my peers

What we're here is crazy,
Official with the style,
What we're doing is crazy,
If you up on this, then you ain't up on shit,
Official with the style,

Verse 2:
Girl for one night, we'll get right,
And we'll get tied, till we puke together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug the room together,
Howl at the moon together like Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with James Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, wanna hold a mirror,
To ninety-four, they a golden era,
wanna golden shower so I'm a give 'em,
Sid Vicious, spit vicious, you cut me off like circumcision,
That's just how I'm living so how you listen,
To the music, the new shit be touched now I'm driven,
Ain't the old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, dude shut cakehole,
This is soul like watching day old,
Paint on a train by as the rain fall,
And it's so beautiful painful, a sweet sickness,
Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl known,
For minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
we're composing here's state of the art,
It weighs heavy on your brow a crown of thorns,
And that's when we break it down man the horns,
Now reborn, hard, eat lunch in the car,
But we play hard, drunk in a bar,
We're here so take heart, we're making music honest,
The movements upon us some rebels moving through in the forest,
Carrying a torch to Babylon,
For every a label ever put a saddle on

What we're here is crazy,
Official with the style,
What doing here is crazy,
If you up on this, then you ain't up on shit,
Super Official the style,
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on