Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
I've earning my stripes,
till I'm when I'm working the mic,
And I've been serving the type of words that insights,
This ain't an it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight,
A service for the circus occurs in the night,
So put your money your mouth is, we're doing it now,
Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of doubts,
We're here to take back what to be ours,
So make your last 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,
hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
The water that's ain't the shore it's more of your crying,
cause we striving and inspired by truths,
They know bout surviving with 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 said, that time is money,
Then I've been paying dues I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture your fed?
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 for the blood, sweat and tears,
F a career, be left with the respect of my peers

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

Verse 2:
Girl for one night, get drunk right,
And we'll get tongue tied, till we together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug tied the together,
at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with Ronny Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, they wanna a mirror,
To ninety-four, want a golden era,
They golden shower so I'm a give '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,
Ain't the old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, shut your cakehole,
is soul like watching some day old,
Paint on a train by as the rain fall,
And it's so beautiful it's painful, a sickness,
Like the rest of your life with a girl you've known,
For three minutes, and in a day and a half,
What we're here's state of the art,
It weighs heavy on your brow like a 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 heart, we're making music that's honest,
The movements upon us some rebels moving through in the forest,
Carrying a to burn Babylon,
For every musician a ever put a saddle on

What we're doing is crazy,
Super 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, then you ain't up on