Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For many years I was seeking asylum, in the environments,
Rhyme possessed me, many started speaking retirement,
So as I rose they all in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For what it's worth there was no 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 appetisers, mics instead of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it until I it expand my mind,
And burned my name the sands of time,
Then rhyme me strength to less avail,
Got to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails,
I never fail, but turning are moving too slow,
I swam the depths of ocean just to prove I could flow,
So from the to the grave, turntable to Holy Father,
I swear I didn't slit my I got the hip-hop stigmata.

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

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

You got to pray to almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
Open up the from inside me,
It's our calling why we say,
You got to to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric from me,
our calling that's why we say...
Verse Three - & Pressure
we're all out, or we're all in,
And if we out, then we're all falling,
It's the it's what I hear in my sleep,
It's 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,
It's forgetting the time you're perfecting a rhyme,
It's every drop of sweat that I shed mine.