Luyện nghe bài hát The Calling

Verse One -
For many years I was asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme possessed me, while many speaking retirement,
So as I rose all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For it's worth there was no quelling the passion,
Their love was dead, I was papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my until my knuckles bled,
thin ice and all I caught were chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, mics of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it until I made it my mind,
And burned my into the sands of time,
rhyme gave me strength to less avail,
Got to these backstabbers, so now I sleep 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 from the cradle to the grave, to Holy Father,
I swear I didn't slit my wrists I got the stigmata.

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

Verse Two -
be calling, we could never be fake,
Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in state,
And without it I'd roam the with no purpose,
Without the underground I'm a clown circus,
I verses, you feeling me, abilities,
My currency which I buy credibility,
Facilities 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 I was called to do,
hip hop, I did it all for you
We to this, got clout on turntables 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 pray to almighty,
We the microphone nightly,
up the lyric from inside me,
It's our calling why we say...
Three - Suffa & Pressure
Either all out, or we're 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 that of defeat, the need to better myself,
It's the culture; it's not spreading the wealth,
It's forgetting the when you're perfecting a rhyme,
every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine.