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 just before I finished my sentence,
This bouncer out and dragged us both through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling my speech,
I finally that we just stumbled in from the street,
He said to us "So finding us was
I'm not surprised, we don't advertise at the Sentinel",
He "What's your name?" he said "Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He said "Join the of the suckers",
So we right in, we sat right down,
Pressure said "I guess 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 tonight, nobody acts the fool and,
Ruins this that I've got going,
Not knowing where I am, but this growing man this spots blowing,
The ladies were hot I sat and listened,
To their 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 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 a blunder or is that the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, place got my brain reeling,
Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the ceiling,
Feels like a dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a 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 that in her eyes
The wristwatch her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
She kissed him goodbye, threw me a and a grin,
My reply cut thin by my wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender looked right me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in as if he talked about me not to me,
He "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's perpetual,
We serve 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 the doors are now,
Closing to the public so let's our move,
Then I was struck by the sense of déjà vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and the chorus went...

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