Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found this on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear some fly beats, but outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just I finished my sentence,
This came out and dragged us both through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just in from the street,
He said to us "So finding us was
Well I'm not surprised, we advertise at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he said "Pressure", I "Suffa",
He "Join the rest of the suckers",
So we went in, we sat right down,
Pressure said "I guess I'll get us both our round",
He had to go cos the bar was underground,
He came back and said "Man these the drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we be here all night,
They're only charging a buck for imperial pints,
And I'm alright, this place is kind of cool man,
I'm tonight, nobody acts the fool and,
Ruins this vibe I've got going,
Not knowing I am, but this jam's growing man this spots blowing,
The ladies were hot I sat and listened,
To four thousand watt, in-house sound system,
The DJ was tracks, keeping people on the floor 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 to be here till the nights old,
I might stroll, see I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I a blunder or is that the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, this got my brain reeling,
up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking 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 thighs I saw glint in her eyes
The wristwatch 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,
to the bar as the tender looked right through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I your stay here's perpetual,
We drinks and broken dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and plus the are now,
to the public so let's make our move,
Then I was struck by the sense of déjà vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've heard all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the went...

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