Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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to the listeners
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to the listener
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It's to the listeners, for those that a ear for this
of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are along 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 mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not then better
Here's a hint the 18th
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 the bull
This ain't a stick up, you don't to wave until
You feel Sure, and you more then wipe your sweat
I just wanted to see how hype you could get
Cause I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the floor
I just started but the others can't make no
out of beats breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of
I improve, don't have to be long
If it's understood and the is strong
You can speak out and the crowd 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 than down, I make the crowd, crowd
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 keep talkin, will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you come
Maybe you're waitin, to see I'm makin
One more gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the are causes, piano is soft
But make it for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, till the point is
You hit reverse to 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
Listen up I got a brand new
from a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listeners listen to I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they sound like
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go
are broken, smashed into the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and me
Others are trying to 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
After you'll stare, if I was there your description is
full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners