Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for
of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, swingin
But you don't have to dance, 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, swords is not
Never 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
ain't a stick up, you don't have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you more then wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how you could get
Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to the floor
I just started but the can't make no more
Runnin out of beats and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be out of rhymes
I improve, record don't to be long
If understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the as prisoners
The is peepless, it's to the listeners

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