Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
I've earning my stripes,
I'm perfect when I'm working the mic,
And I've been serving the type of that murder insights,
ain't an urge it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight,
A service for the circus that in the night,
So put your money where your mouth is, doing it now,
Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of doubts,
here to take back what used to be ours,
So your last words 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 corpse it's a signing,
There's hoards of vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
The that's rising ain't the shore it's more of your crying,
Jealous cause we and inspired by truths,
know nothing bout surviving with the times and the news,
And whole is a lie and didn't like that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, free to walk 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 picture which your
Write rhymes your heart and do your business with your head,
If you ever Pressure a beer, let it be clear,
It was a blessing but I'm stressing I'll be in a year,
Forgetting my fears for the blood, and tears,
F a career, I'll be with the respect of my peers

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

2: Suffa
Girl for one night, we'll get right,
And we'll get tied, till we puke together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, rug tied the room together,
Howl at the moon together like Ozzy on tour,
In Rio Ronny James Dio on the encore,
They a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror,
To ninety-four, they want a era,
They wanna golden so I'm a give 'em,
Sid Vicious, spit vicious, you can't cut me off circumcision,
That's just how I'm so adjust how you listen,
To the music, the new shit can't be now I'm driven,
Ain't the same old, old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, dude shut cakehole,
This is soul watching some day old,
on a train roll 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 minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
we're composing here's state of the art,
It weighs heavy on brow like a crown of thorns,
And that's 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 upon us like some rebels moving through in the forest,
Carrying a torch to Babylon,
For musician a label ever put a saddle on

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