Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
been earning my stripes,
till I'm when I'm working the mic,
And been serving the type of words that murder insights,
This an urge it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight,
A for the circus that occurs in the night,
So put money where your mouth is, we're doing it now,
Golden Era's let on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,
We're here to take what used to be ours,
So make your last count like grooms choosing their vows,
It's more than just timing, the sport of with rhyming,
Of course if I'm writing my name upon your it's a signing,
hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
The water that's rising ain't the shore more of your crying,
cause we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing bout surviving the times and the news,
And whole image is a lie and like that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, feel to walk a mile in my shoes,
Hip in hard times if it's said, that time is money,
I've been 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 but I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year,
my fears for the blood, sweat and tears,
F a career, I'll be left the respect of my peers

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

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

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