Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for that have 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, 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 then better
a hint the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
For any immortal man, swords is not
take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't but don't sell me a dream I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so save the
This ain't a stick up, you don't have to wave
You feel Sure, and you want more wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how you could get
Cause when I came in the door hard enough to shake the floor
I just started but the others can't make no
Runnin out of beats and out of time
If I was gone, be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, don't have to be long
If it's and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the as prisoners
The people is peepless, to the listeners

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 keep em different, and far yours
You keep talkin, when will all the be done?
You say you're but when I'm in the place you don't come
Maybe you're waitin, to see I'm makin
One more style 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, the point is across
You hit to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, listenin?
Pay close attention, never before
up I got a brand new invention
Made from a musician it's are played crisp
But listen to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but bitten they 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 keep runnin up and me
Others are trying to flow and steadily
Potholes are left in my then I crash and bruise
refuse and cruise right past em
Cause I just left to do it for easy
Death, till I get back you better in step
After speaking stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of medicine, this is for the listeners