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 the type of words that murder insights,
ain't 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,
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 words count like grooms choosing their vows,
It's more than timing, the sport of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if I'm my name upon your corpse it's a signing,
There's hoards of 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 surviving with the times and the news,
And whole is a lie and didn't like that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, feel to walk a mile in my shoes,
Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, that is money,
Then I've been paying until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the which your fed?
Write with your heart and do your business with your head,
If you ever Pressure 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 with the of my peers

What we're doing is crazy,
Super Official the style,
we're doing 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, get drunk right,
And we'll get tied, till we puke together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug the room together,
Howl at the moon together like Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with Ronny Dio on the encore,
want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror,
To ninety-four, they a golden era,
They wanna golden 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 can't 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 soul watching some day old,
Paint on a roll by as the rain fall,
And it's so beautiful painful, a sweet sickness,
Like picturing the rest of your with a girl you've known,
For three minutes, and in a day and a half,
What composing here's state of the art,
It weighs on your brow like a crown of thorns,
And that's when we it down man sound the horns,
Now reborn, hard, eat lunch in the car,
But we hard, Braveheart drunk in a bar,
We're so take heart, we're making music that's honest,
The movements upon us like some rebels moving in the forest,
Carrying a to burn Babylon,
For every 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, then you up on shit,
Official with the style,
If you ain't up on this, you ain't up on shit