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 number one, 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, here, uhh, c'mon, down

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

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

I'm terrific 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 who would say devil right?
(Right)
But I ain't them, they me
(Nah, uh, huh)
some bullshit 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 loud
We tell the soundman, turn that up, up, up
C'mon,

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

Very visual, every slide
Is projected, forever inside
Never to hide but to shine like diamonds inside
Let that ass and Poe free flows over basslines

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

From the Southside, spar MC's
Thinkin' they comp, but to get smoked like trees
I eat MC's of all kinds, spit out the
Regurgitate their mindstate 'cause I eat swine

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

With that old disco
(Uh, huh)
And if it loud enough
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)

V8, buck and a half on the dash
All weather Pirellis, the exterior color is
Black Italian leather, Nakamichi system to
Full metal to the pedal when we Organize on ass

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

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

With verbal toxic, shit
(Daily, mmm)
The controller up in the cockpit
Lock with my robotic optic
You ain't fuckin' 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 blendin' them in wit', homynyms in
And by embalmin' them wit', shit, whenever I
No need for me to go, get old hit, records to go gold

Yo shit with no innovation whatsoever
You and all your mens not
Y'all need to be that shit
You ain't bold black plans of promotional

And scams are so
Tracks are to me, nigga actually
Your plaque should even go back to the factory
People wanna be like and when

Recyclin' the fans wanna hear Fresh Material
From imperial rap pros who
very intolerant at rap shows like lactose
In those niggaz that act up get smacked

Backwards for so anti-climac, tic
any mack get, put on his back with
Lyrical utilized without practice

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

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