Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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to the listener
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to the listeners, for those that have a ear for this
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to I'm sayin you're singin a song
Stevie on the keyboard, swingin along
But you have to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and I'll do the
Cause who is number one if not best better
Here's a hint the letter
The is sportable, microphone is portable
For any immortal man, swords is not
take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so the bull
This ain't a up, you don't have to wave until
You Sure, and you want more then wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how hype you get
Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the
I just started but the others can't no more
Runnin out of beats breaks and out of
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of
I improve, record don't to be long
If it's understood and the story is
You can speak out and the crowd as prisoners
The is peepless, it's to the listeners

I'm the Lord, for you can absorb
Try and control and be but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper than down, I the crowd, crowd around
are peepless, cause the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, by the R of course
One thing I do is keep em different, and far from
You keep talkin, will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't
you're waitin, to see what I'm makin
One style gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the are causes, piano is soft
But it hard for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, till the point is
You hit to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, you hear mixin
Then the microphone in effect, still listenin?
Pay close attention, never before
up I got a brand new invention
Made from a musician it's are played crisp
But listeners listen to what I wrote on a
Copywritten but bitten they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it ain't down
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go
are broken, smashed into the ground
That My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin me
Others are trying to flow smooth and
Potholes are left in my then I crash and bruise
refuse and cruise right past em
Cause I just left to do it for whatever
Death, till I get you better stay in step
After you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of medicine, this is for the listeners