Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For many years I was seeking asylum, in the environments,
Rhyme possessed me, while many started retirement,
So as I rose they all in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For what it's worth there was no the passion,
Their was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my shit until my bled,
Treading ice and all I caught were chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, instead of meals,
hand was mine, so I played it until I made it expand my mind,
And my name into the sands of time,
Then 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 just to prove I could flow,
So from the cradle to the grave, to Holy Father,
I swear I didn't slit my wrists I got the stigmata.

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

Two - Suffa
This be calling, we could be fake,
Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in state,
And it I'd roam the city with no purpose,
the underground I'm a clown without circus,
I flip verses, you me, abilities,
My currency which I buy credibility,
were built, just to be torn down,
Till the wheels off, and my pencils all worn down,
Till death comes to collect his debt, I'll the set,
heads check in retrospect, I'll 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 this without a label not getting payed
So from the cradle to the grave, to retirement home
I'll be on stage; I'll leave the rhyme alone.

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