Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
been earning my stripes,
till I'm perfect when I'm the mic,
And been serving the type of words that murder insights,
This ain't an urge it's for life, what I recite 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,
We're here to back what used to be ours,
So your 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 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 we striving and inspired by truths,
They 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, feel free to a mile in my shoes,
Hip Hop's in times if it's said, that time is money,
Then I've paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture which fed?
Write rhymes with 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 I'll be dead in a year,
Forgetting my for the blood, sweat and tears,
F a career, I'll be left the respect of my peers

What we're 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,

Verse 2:
Girl for one night, we'll get right,
And we'll get tongue tied, till we together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug the room together,
Howl at the together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with Ronny Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, wanna hold a mirror,
To ninety-four, they a golden era,
They wanna golden shower so I'm a 'em,
Sid Vicious, spit vicious, you cut me off like circumcision,
That's just how I'm so adjust how you listen,
To the music, the new can't be touched now I'm driven,
the same old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, shut your cakehole,
This is soul like some day old,
on a train roll by as the rain fall,
And it's so beautiful painful, a sweet sickness,
Like picturing the of your life 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 heavy on your brow a crown of thorns,
And that's when we break it man sound the horns,
Now reborn, work hard, eat 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 rebels moving through in the forest,
a torch to burn Babylon,
For every musician a label put a saddle on

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,
Official with the style,
If you ain't up on this, then you up on shit