Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for those that a ear for this
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are playing to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, swingin
But you have to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and I'll do the
who is number one if not best then better
Here's a hint the letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
For any immortal man, is not affordable
Never a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't me a dream I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so the bull
This ain't a stick up, you have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your
Cause I wanted to see how hype you could get
Cause when I came in the door hard enough to shake the floor
I just but the others can't make no more
Runnin out of breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be out of rhymes
I improve, don't have to be long
If understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as
The people is peepless, to the listeners

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