Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found this club on a street, but I was kind of iffy,
We hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just I finished my sentence,
This bouncer came out and us both through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was with my speech,
I finally that we just stumbled in from the street,
He to us "So finding us was accidental?
Well I'm not surprised, we advertise at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he "Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He "Join the rest of the suckers",
So we went right in, we sat down,
Pressure said "I I'll get us both our first 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 could be all night,
only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints,
And I'm feeling alright, this is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, acts the fool and,
Ruins this vibe that got going,
Not knowing where I am, but jam's growing man this spots blowing,
The were hot I sat down and listened,
To their four thousand watt, in-house system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping on the floor and then,
He a crazy break, and the chorus went...

These dim lights hold, figures fit in tight moulds,
This beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be here till the old,
I stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a blunder or is the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, this got my brain reeling,
Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep the main ceiling,
Feels like a dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
In the corner seen a fiend, blowing a smoke screen,
Sat down, looked at the on the bottle label,
It was the same man and the stripper sat atop my table,
And as he licked her I saw that glint in her eyes
The wristwatch upon her it had him hypnotized,
She him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
My reply cut thin by my hand my chin,
to the bar as the tender looked right through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in as if he talked 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 and plus the doors are now,
Closing to the so let's make our move,
Then I was struck by the sense of déjà vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man heard this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and the chorus went...

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