Luyện nghe bài hát The Sentinel

We found this club on a street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it 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 don't at the Sentinel",
He "What's your name?" he said "Pressure", I said "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 "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 alright, this place is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the and,
Ruins vibe that I've 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, sound system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the and then,
He played a crazy break, and the went...

These dim lights hold, silhouetted fit in tight moulds,
This beer's ice cold, we're going to be here till the nights old,
I might stroll, see I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a or is that 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 a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
In the corner a dope fiend, blowing a smoke 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 upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
She kissed him goodbye, me a smile and a grin,
My reply cut by my hand wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender right through me I said
"Excuse me", he replied in tones as if he talked about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope stay here's perpetual,
We serve and broken dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think this is down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and the doors are now,
Closing to the public so make our move,
Then I was struck by the strangest of déjà vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've this 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 by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the club manager us,
And said "I heard you were MCs, who's the dopest?
Cos we run an mic battle 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 blurring and burning words my eyelids,
Rhyme progression begun, possessing my tongue,
Blessing the and dumb till I was falling 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,
Battled MC after MC, MCs for days,
But they let us go, when we tried to leave the stage,
The said "You boys can never leave this tournament,
And you can leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...