Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For many I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme possessed me, many started speaking retirement,
So as I rose all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For what it's there was no quelling the passion,
Their was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my until my knuckles bled,
Treading thin ice and all I were chills,
were appetisers, mics instead of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it I made it expand my mind,
And my name into the sands of time,
Then rhyme gave me to less avail,
Got used to these backstabbers, so now I on a bed of nails,
I never fail, but turning are moving too slow,
I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I flow,
So the cradle 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 the microphone nightly,
Open up the from inside me,
our calling that's why we say,
You got to pray to almighty,
We bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric inside me,
It's our that's why we say...

Two - Suffa
This be calling, we could be fake,
Thanks to I got a bed in every 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 with which I buy credibility,
were built, just to be torn down,
Till the wheels fall off, and my all worn down,
Till death to collect his debt, I'll wreck the set,
When 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 on turntables getting played,
We this without a label not getting payed
So from the cradle to the grave, microphone to home
I'll be on stage; I'll leave the rhyme alone.

You got to pray to almighty,
We bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric inside me,
our calling that's why we say,
You got to pray to almighty,
We bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric from me,
It's our that's why we say...
Three - Suffa & Pressure
Either we're all out, or all in,
And if we out, then we're all falling,
It's the calling; what I hear in my sleep,
that shiver up my spine when 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,
It's forgetting the time when perfecting a rhyme,
It's every drop of that I shed getting mine.