Luyện nghe bài hát Soundman

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

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

Sorta to the way I remember to be the Wordsmith
Pharoahe, God's to vocabulary
My soliloquies be killin' me softly
Still I be packin' artillery, y'all feelin' me

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

I'm with wordplay
(Wordplay)
Specific with verbs, say we step it up to the level
See if I God
Then all my competition is 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 rappin' 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, turn that up, up, up
C'mon,

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

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

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

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

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

that old disco fluid
(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
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 stash fast the stock market crash
Splash, quarts of straight water fortified
place to get this partyin' on

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

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

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

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

Yo shit with absolutely no innovation
You and all your mens not
Y'all to be told that shit
You bold black plans of promotional schemes

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

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

for bein' so anti-climac, tic
Watch any get, put on his back with
tactics 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 turn that motherfuckin' up, nigga