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 the type of words that murder insights,
This ain't an urge it's for life, what I recite the fight,
A service for the circus 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 take what used to be ours,
So make last words count like grooms choosing their vows,
It's more just timing, the sport of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse a signing,
There's of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
The water that's rising ain't the shore it's more of crying,
Jealous we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing 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 if it's said, that time is money,
Then been paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture your fed?
Write with your 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,
Forgetting my fears for the blood, and tears,
F a career, I'll be left the respect of my peers

What we're doing is crazy,
Super with the style,
we're 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, get drunk right,
And get tongue tied, till we puke together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug tied the together,
Howl at the moon like Ozzy Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with Ronny Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, they hold a mirror,
To ninety-four, they want a era,
wanna golden shower 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 be touched now I'm driven,
Ain't the same old, old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, dude your cakehole,
This is like watching some day old,
on a train roll by as the rain fall,
And so beautiful it's painful, a sweet sickness,
Like picturing the rest of life with 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 your brow 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 here so take heart, making music that's honest,
The movements upon us like rebels moving through in the forest,
a torch to burn Babylon,
For musician a label ever put a saddle on

What doing here is crazy,
Official 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 ain't up on this, then you up on shit