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 serving the type of words murder insights,
This ain't an urge it's for life, what I furthers the fight,
A service for the circus that in the night,
So put your money where your mouth is, doing it now,
Golden let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,
We're here to take back what to be ours,
So make your last words count like 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 hoards of them vibing, at the thought of us dying,
The water that's rising ain't the shore it's more of crying,
Jealous cause we striving and by truths,
They know bout surviving with the times and the news,
And whole image is a lie and like that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, feel to walk a mile in my shoes,
Hip Hop's in hard times if said, that time is money,
Then I've been paying until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it the picture which your fed?
Write with your heart and do your business with your head,
If you bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear,
It was a blessing but I'm I'll be dead in a year,
Forgetting my fears for the blood, and tears,
F a career, be left with the respect of my peers

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

2: Suffa
Girl for one night, we'll get right,
And we'll get tied, till we puke 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 want a 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 shit can't be now I'm driven,
the same old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, dude shut cakehole,
is soul like watching some day old,
Paint on a roll by as the rain fall,
And it's so beautiful it's painful, a sickness,
Like picturing the of your life with a girl you've known,
For minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
What we're composing here's of the art,
It weighs heavy on your like a crown of thorns,
And that's when we it down man sound the horns,
Now reborn, work hard, eat in the car,
But we play hard, Braveheart in a bar,
We're here so take heart, we're making that's honest,
The movements upon us like rebels moving through in the forest,
Carrying a torch to Babylon,
For every musician a label ever put a on

What doing here is crazy,
Super with 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, you ain't up on shit