Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yo, Mr. Soundman, we very much appreciate it
(Yes indeed)
If you add a tad bit mids
And a more lows to the mic
(Word up)

I'm on mic number one, Prince is on mic two
(Yes, yes, yes)
A little bit but right, right, right there, yeah
One more, c'mon, uhh
(Recognize)
C'mon, right, yes, yes, right here, uhh, c'mon,

Sorta to the way I remember to be the Wordsmith
Pharoahe, God's gift to
My soliloquies be killin' me softly
Still I be packin' artillery, feelin' me yet?

don't stop here, nigga
I MC's out of a six-sided figure
My be tragedy to MC's
Who receive certificates rap academies

I'm with wordplay
(Wordplay)
Specific verbs, say we step it up to the next level
See if I God
all my competition is exclusively Lucifer

See y'all used to the niggaz who say devil right?
(Right)
But I ain't them, they me
(Nah, uh, huh)
With some bullshit college-ass rappin'
But let me you how we do it, duh, duh, duh

with the disco fluid, duh, duh
But if it ain't enough
We the soundman, turn that shit up, up, up
C'mon,

Yo, Pharoahe, hold up, hold up, it
Let me introduce
I'm Senor El Chocolate, de la creme, a la cheddy
Poe, God's gift to vocabulary

Very visual, every slide
Is projected, forever inside
to hide but to shine like diamonds inside mines
Let that ass marinate and Poe free flows basslines

I'm takin' elevatin' to
Plateaus, rippin' shows with cosmic sex
Love on CD's and and DAT's
(Now all rise)
Now who masters the Funk when time to Flex?
(Organized)

the Southside, spar chump MC's
Thinkin' comp, but soon to get smoked like trees
I eat MC's of all kinds, spit out the
Regurgitate their 'cause I don't eat swine

Set it straight, online, programmed to climb
You might me in The Grind
Straight a dime
Now let me you how we do it
(Yeah, yeah)

With that old disco
(Uh, huh)
And if it ain't loud
Tell the soundman to turn shit up
Up, up, up
(Up, up)

If it, uh, it

(Turn me up now, ooh, ohh, yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh, ooh)

Tinted V8, and a half on the dash
All weather Pirellis, the exterior is cash
Italian leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we on that ass

I last, the mass, gettin' the cash
But in the fast before the stock market crash
Splash, quarts of straight water fortified
First place to get partyin' on

In any club or on the corner in the box pops
In barbershops, ladies got with it in hoopties, some in
at love-love, fuckin' with this top-notch
Boombastic, ghetto dope now, fly gymnastics of

verbal toxic, rock shit
(Daily, mmm)
The controller up in the cockpit
Lock shit with my robotic
You fuckin' with this propher, who's too tropic? Stop it

(Hey, Mr.
Can you boost me, me up?)

I'm sendin' them in yo face, spinnin' them wit'
Synonym them in wit', homynyms entered in
And by embalmin' them wit', shit, I spit
No need for me to go, get old hit, to go gold wit'

Yo shit with absolutely no whatsoever
You and all mens not clever
Y'all need to be that shit
You ain't bold black plans of schemes

And are so wack
are trash to me, nigga actually
Your platinum plaque should go back to the factory
wanna be like Michael and when

Recyclin' when the fans wanna hear Fresh
From imperial rap who Organize
Gettin' very intolerant at rap shows like
In fact niggaz that act up get smacked

for bein' so anti-climac, tic
Watch any mack get, put on his back
Lyrical tactics utilized practice

is how we do it, duh, duh, duh
(Yeah, yeah)
Done the disco fluid, duh, duh
(Uh, huh)

But if it ain't enough
Say if it ain't loud
Say if it ain't loud
We tell the soundman turn that motherfuckin' volume up,