Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just before I my sentence,
This bouncer came out and us both through the entrance,
guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in the street,
He to us "So finding us was accidental?
I'm not surprised, we don't advertise at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he "Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He said "Join the of the suckers",
So we went in, we sat right down,
said "I guess I'll get us both our first round",
He had to go cos the bar was underground,
He came back and "Man these the cheapest drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we be here all night,
They're only charging a buck fifty for pints,
And I'm feeling alright, place is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, acts the fool and,
Ruins vibe that I've got going,
Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man spots blowing,
The ladies were hot I sat and listened,
To their four thousand watt, in-house system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the and then,
He a crazy break, and the chorus went...

These dim hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight moulds,
This beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be till the nights old,
I might stroll, see I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a blunder or is that the putting me under,
A strange feeling, this got my brain reeling,
Looked up and a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
Feels like a dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
In the corner seen a dope fiend, a smoke screen,
Sat down, looked at the on the bottle label,
It was the same man and the stripper that sat my table,
And as he licked her I saw that glint in her eyes
The upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
She him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
My reply cut by my hand wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender looked right through me I
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I your stay here's perpetual,
We serve and broken dreams but no edibles",
I a round, man I think this is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and the doors are now,
Closing to the so let's make our move,
I was struck by the strangest sense of déjà vu,
Man I I was bent "Suffa man I've heard this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and the chorus went...

Pressure &
Man this place's got me reeling I a seat to get my focus,
a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the manager approached us,
And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the
Cos we run an mic battle every night,
And to enter got to be, incredibly tight",
I said "Get me the mic I might flip", then the switched,
My vision was and burning words inside my eyelids,
Rhyme progression begun, possessing my tongue,
Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was short of breath in my lung,
"When will they let us stop?" I the time and it was,
Six in the morning, and we still rhyming,
MC after MC, battled MCs for days,
But they wouldn't let us go, when we tried to the stage,
The manager said "You can never leave this tournament,
And you can leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...