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 they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For it's worth there was no quelling the passion,
Their was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my shit until my bled,
Treading thin ice and all I were chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, mics of meals,
This was mine, so I played it until I made it expand my mind,
And burned my name into the of time,
Then rhyme gave me strength to 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 ocean just to prove I could flow,
So from the cradle to the grave, turntable to Father,
I swear I didn't my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.

You got to to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the nightly,
Open up the lyric from me,
It's our 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...

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 verses, you feeling me, abilities,
My currency which I buy credibility,
were built, just to be torn down,
Till the fall off, and my pencils all worn down,
Till comes to collect his debt, I'll wreck the set,
When heads 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 without a label not getting
So from the to the grave, microphone to retirement home
I'll be on stage; I'll never the rhyme alone.

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 bless the nightly,
up the lyric from inside me,
It's our that's why we say...
Three - Suffa & Pressure
Either all out, or we're all in,
And if we fall out, then 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 that fear of defeat, the need to 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.