Luyện nghe bài hát Super Official

Verse 1:
been earning my stripes,
till I'm perfect I'm working the mic,
And I've serving the type of words that murder insights,
This 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 mouth is, doing it now,
Golden Era's let on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,
We're here to back what used to be ours,
So make your last words count like grooms choosing vows,
It's more than timing, the sport of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if I'm writing my name your corpse it's 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,
cause we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing surviving with the times and the news,
And image 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 hard times if it's said, time is money,
I've been paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the which your fed?
Write rhymes with your heart and do your business with head,
If you ever Pressure a beer, let it be clear,
It was a blessing but I'm stressing 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 with the style,
What we're here is crazy,
If you ain't up on this, you ain't up on shit,
Official with the style,

Verse 2:
for one night, we'll get drunk right,
And we'll get tied, till we puke together, (vomits)
Bitch, Big Lebowski, rug tied the room together,
at the moon 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 can't cut me off 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,
This is soul like some day old,
Paint on a train roll by as the fall,
And it's so beautiful it's painful, a sickness,
Like the rest of your life with a girl you've known,
For minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
we're composing here's state of the art,
It weighs heavy on your like a crown of thorns,
And that's we break 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 some rebels moving in the forest,
Carrying a torch to Babylon,
For every a label ever put a saddle on

What doing here is crazy,
Super with 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, then you up on shit