Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For years I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme possessed me, many started speaking retirement,
So as I rose they all fell in the of yelling and trashing,
For what it's worth was no quelling the passion,
Their love was dead, I was writing papes but fuck all said,
So I polished my shit my knuckles bled,
Treading thin ice and all I caught chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, mics of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it until I made it my mind,
And burned my name the sands of time,
Then rhyme 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 ocean to prove I could flow,
So from the to the grave, turntable to Holy Father,
I swear I slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.

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

Two - Suffa
This be calling, we could be fake,
to hip-hop I got a bed in every state,
And without it I'd roam the with no purpose,
Without the I'm a clown without circus,
I flip verses, you me, abilities,
My currency with I buy credibility,
Facilities built, just to be torn down,
Till the wheels off, and my pencils all worn down,
death comes to collect his debt, I'll wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, 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 turntables played,
We doing without a label not getting payed
So the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement home
I'll be on stage; I'll never the rhyme alone.

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 bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric from me,
our calling that's why we say...
Verse - Suffa & Pressure
Either all out, or we're all in,
And if we fall out, we're all falling,
the calling; 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,
the culture; it's 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.