Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very much 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 remember to be the
Pharoahe, God's to vocabulary
My personal soliloquies be killin' me
Still I be packin' artillery, y'all me yet?

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

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

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

with the disco fluid, duh, duh
But if it loud enough
We tell the soundman, that shit up, up, up
C'mon,

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

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

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

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

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

With that old fluid
(Uh, huh)
And if it ain't loud
Tell the soundman to turn that 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 Pirellis, the exterior color is cash
Black leather, Nakamichi system to blast
Full metal to the pedal when we on that ass

I last, amongst the mass, gettin' the
But in the stash fast before the market crash
Splash, five quarts of straight water
First place to get partyin' 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, fuckin' with top-notch
Boombastic, ghetto dope now, fly gymnastics of

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

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

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

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

And are so wack
Tracks are trash to me, nigga
Your platinum should even go back to the factory
People wanna be Michael and when

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

for bein' so anti-climac, tic
Watch any mack get, put on his with
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 loud
Say if it ain't loud
Say if it ain't loud
We tell the soundman turn that motherfuckin' volume up,