Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

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

I'm on mic one, Prince is on mic number 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 similar to the way I to be the Wordsmith
Pharoahe, God's gift to
My personal be killin' me softly
Still I be artillery, y'all feelin' me yet?

Props stop here, nigga
I knock MC's out of a figure
My be tragedy to MC's
Who receive from rap academies

I'm terrific with
(Wordplay)
with verbs, say we step it up to the next level
See if I God
Then all my 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 college-ass rappin' degree
But let me you how we do it, duh, duh, duh

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

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

visual, every lyrical slide
Is projected, forever inside
Never to hide but to shine diamonds inside mines
Let ass marinate and Poe free flows over basslines

I'm takin' to next
Plateaus, rippin' shows with this sex
Love on and cassettes and DAT's
(Now all rise)
Now who masters the Funk when it's to Flex?
(Organized)

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

Set it straight, online, internet 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 that 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, buck and a half on the
All weather Pirellis, the color is cash
Black leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we on that ass

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

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

With toxic, rock shit
(Daily, mmm)
The soul up in the cockpit
Lock shit with my robotic
You ain't fuckin' with this propher, who's too Stop it

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

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

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

And scams are so
are trash to me, nigga actually
Your platinum plaque even go back to the factory
People be like Michael and when

Recyclin' when the fans wanna Fresh Material
imperial rap pros who Organize
Gettin' very intolerant at rap like lactose
In fact those niggaz that act up get

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 with the fluid, duh, duh
(Uh, huh)

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