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 words that insights,
This an urge it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight,
A service for the that occurs in the night,
So put your money where your is, we're doing it now,
Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,
We're here to back what used to be ours,
So make your last words count like grooms their vows,
It's more than timing, the sport of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse a signing,
There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the of us dying,
The water that's rising ain't the shore it's of your crying,
Jealous we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing bout surviving with the and the news,
And whole image is a lie and didn't that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, feel free to walk a in my shoes,
Hip in hard times if it's said, that time is money,
Then I've been dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture 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 fears for the blood, and tears,
F a career, be left with the respect of my peers

What doing here is crazy,
Super with the style,
What doing here is crazy,
If you ain't up on this, you ain't up on shit,
Super with 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, rug tied the room together,
at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with Ronny Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, they wanna a mirror,
To ninety-four, they want a era,
They 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,
Ain't the old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, shut your cakehole,
This is like watching some day old,
Paint on a train roll by as the fall,
And so beautiful it's painful, a sweet sickness,
picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known,
For minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
What we're composing state of the art,
It weighs heavy on brow like a crown of thorns,
And when we break it down man sound 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 to burn Babylon,
For every musician a label put a saddle on

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,
If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on