Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said to pressure just before I finished my sentence,
This bouncer out and dragged us both through the entrance,
guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just in from the street,
He said to us "So us was accidental?
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 right in, we sat right down,
Pressure said "I guess I'll get us 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 could be all night,
They're only charging a buck for imperial pints,
And I'm feeling alright, this is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the and,
Ruins this vibe I've got going,
Not knowing where I am, but this jam's 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, silhouetted 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 drink me under,
A feeling, this place got my brain reeling,
Looked up and seen a of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
Feels a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a screen,
Sat down, looked at the picture on the label,
It was the same man and the stripper that sat my table,
And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her
The wristwatch upon her it had him hypnotized,
She him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
My cut thin by my hand wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender looked 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 of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now,
Closing to the public so make our move,
I was struck by the strangest 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...

Pressure &
Man this place's got me reeling I took a to get my focus,
When a of B-Boys gathered by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the club manager us,
And "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the dopest?
Cos we run an open mic battle night,
And to enter got to be, incredibly tight",
I said "Get me the mic I might flip", the lights switched,
My vision was blurring and words inside my eyelids,
Rhyme begun, something possessing my tongue,
Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling short of 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 this tournament,
And you can leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...