Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For many years I was asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme me, while many started speaking retirement,
So as I rose they all in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For what it's worth was no quelling the passion,
Their love was dead, I was papes but getting fuck all said,
So I my shit until my knuckles bled,
Treading ice and all I caught were chills,
were 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 used to backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails,
I never fail, but tides are moving too slow,
I the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow,
So from the cradle to the grave, to Holy Father,
I I didn't slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.

You got to pray to almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from me,
It's our that's 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 Two -
This be calling, we never be fake,
Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in state,
And without it I'd the city with no purpose,
Without the underground I'm a clown circus,
I verses, you feeling me, abilities,
My currency which I buy credibility,
Facilities were built, just to be down,
Till the wheels fall off, and my all worn down,
Till comes to collect his debt, I'll wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, I'll get
Cos I did what I was to do,
hip hop, I did it all for you
We true to this, got on turntables getting played,
We doing this without a label not getting
So from the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement
I'll be on stage; I'll 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 that's why we say...
Verse Three - Suffa &
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 of defeat, the need to better myself,
the culture; it's not about spreading the wealth,
It's forgetting the time when perfecting a rhyme,
It's drop of sweat that I shed getting mine.