Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For many years I was asylum, in the bleakest 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 there was no quelling the passion,
Their love was dead, I was writing papes but fuck all said,
So I polished my shit until my bled,
Treading thin ice and all I 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 into the of time,
Then rhyme gave me strength to avail,
Got used to backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails,
I never fail, but tides are moving too slow,
I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I 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 from inside 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 that's why we say...

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

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 bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric inside me,
It's our that's 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; what I hear 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,
forgetting the time when you're perfecting a rhyme,
It's every drop of sweat I shed getting mine.