Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

It's to the
to the listeners
It's to the
to the listeners

It's to the
It's to the
to the listener
It's to the

It's to the listeners, for that have a ear for this
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are along to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
Stevie on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't have to dance, it cool and listen
My mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not best then
a hint the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, is portable
For any man, swords is not affordable
Never take a loss cause I'm hard to
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so save the
This ain't a stick up, you don't to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how you could get
Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the
I just started but the others make no more
out of beats breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of
I improve, record don't to be long
If understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as
The people is peepless, it's to the

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