Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
been earning my stripes,
till I'm when I'm working the mic,
And I've been serving the of words that murder insights,
This ain't an urge it's for life, I recite furthers the fight,
A service for the that occurs in the night,
So put money where your mouth is, we're 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 your last words 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 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 more of your crying,
cause we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing bout 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 a mile in my shoes,
Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, time is money,
Then I've paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture which your
Write rhymes 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 with the of my peers

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

Verse 2:
for one night, we'll 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 James Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, they wanna a mirror,
To ninety-four, want a golden era,
They wanna golden so I'm a give 'em,
Sid Vicious, spit vicious, you 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,
the same old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, shut your cakehole,
This is soul like watching day old,
on a train roll by as the rain fall,
And it's so it's painful, a sweet sickness,
Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl known,
For minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
What we're composing state of the art,
It weighs on your brow like 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 here so take heart, we're music that's honest,
The movements upon us like some rebels through in the forest,
Carrying a to burn Babylon,
For musician a label ever put a saddle on

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