Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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to the listeners
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It's to the
to the listener
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It's to the listeners, for those 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 Blass on the keyboard, along
But you don't to dance, play it cool and listen
My mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
Cause who is one if not best then better
Here's a hint the letter
The is sportable, microphone is portable
For any immortal man, is not affordable
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 feel Sure, and you want then wipe your sweat
Cause I just to see how hype you could get
when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floor
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 have to be long
If it's understood and the is strong
You can speak out and hold the as prisoners
The people is peepless, it's to the

I'm the Lord, for somethin you can
Try and control and be but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper down, I make the crowd, crowd around
People are peepless, the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of
One I do is keep em different, and far from yours
You talkin, when will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but 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 for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, the point is across
You hit reverse to rewind it, when you hit the pause
I set the scene, you hear mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, listenin?
Pay attention, never before mentioned
Listen up I got a brand new
Made from a musician it's notes are crisp
But listeners listen to I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it down like
A record's supposed to sound, as it go around
Records are broken, smashed the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and me
Others are to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and right past em
Cause I just left to do it for whatever
Death, I get back you better stay in step
After you'll stare, if I was there your description is
full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners