Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For years I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme possessed me, while many started retirement,
So as I they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For it's worth there was no quelling the passion,
love was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my shit until my bled,
thin ice and all I caught were chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, instead of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it until I it expand my mind,
And burned my into the sands of time,
rhyme gave me strength to less avail,
Got used to these backstabbers, so now I on a bed of nails,
I fail, but turning tides are moving too slow,
I swam the depths of every ocean just to I could flow,
So from the to the grave, turntable to Holy Father,
I swear I didn't slit my wrists I got the stigmata.

You got to pray to almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
up the lyric from inside me,
It's our that's why we say,
You got to to hip-hop almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from me,
It's our that's why we say...

Verse Two -
This be calling, we could be fake,
Thanks to I got a bed in every state,
And without it I'd roam the city no purpose,
the underground I'm a clown without circus,
I verses, you feeling me, abilities,
My currency with I buy credibility,
Facilities were built, to be torn down,
the wheels fall off, and my pencils all worn down,
Till death comes to collect his debt, wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, I'll get
Cos I did I was called to do,
hip hop, I did it all for you
We true to this, got on turntables getting played,
We doing this a label not getting payed
So the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement home
I'll be on I'll never leave the rhyme alone.

You got to to hip-hop almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
Open up the from inside me,
It's our calling why we say,
You got to pray to almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric inside me,
It's our calling why we say...
Verse Three - & Pressure
Either all out, or we're all in,
And if we fall out, we're all falling,
It's the calling; it's I hear in my sleep,
that shiver up my spine when I'm feeling the beat,
It's that fear of defeat, the need to myself,
It's the culture; not about spreading the wealth,
forgetting the time when you're perfecting a rhyme,
It's every of sweat that I shed getting mine.