Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

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

You got to pray to almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
up the lyric from inside me,
It's our calling 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...

Two - Suffa
This be calling, we never be fake,
to hip-hop I got a bed in every state,
And without it I'd roam the city no purpose,
Without the I'm a clown without circus,
I flip verses, you 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 death comes to his debt, I'll wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, get respect
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 to the grave, microphone to retirement home
I'll be on stage; I'll never leave the alone.

You got to pray to almighty,
We bless the 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 calling why we say...
Verse Three - Suffa &
Either we're all out, or all in,
And if we out, then we're all falling,
It's the it's what I hear in my sleep,
It's that shiver up my spine I'm feeling the beat,
It's fear of defeat, the need to better myself,
It's the culture; it's not about the wealth,
forgetting the time when you're perfecting a rhyme,
It's every drop of sweat that I getting mine.