Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
I've been my stripes,
till I'm perfect when I'm the mic,
And I've been serving the type of words that insights,
This ain't an urge it's for life, I recite furthers the fight,
A for the circus that occurs in the night,
So put your money where your mouth is, we're it now,
Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, the noose of your doubts,
here to take back what used to be ours,
So make your last count like grooms choosing their vows,
It's more than just timing, the of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if I'm writing my upon your corpse it's a signing,
There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the of us dying,
The that's rising ain't the shore it's more of your crying,
Jealous we striving and inspired 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 walk a in my shoes,
Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, time is money,
I've been paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture which fed?
Write rhymes with your 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 for the blood, sweat and tears,
F a career, I'll be left the respect of my peers

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,
Official with the style,

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

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