Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for that have a ear for this
of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to I'm sayin you're singin a song
Blass on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't have to dance, play it and listen
My DJ's mixin, and do the quizzin
Cause who is one if not best then better
Here's a the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
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 up, you don't have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe sweat
Cause I wanted to see how hype you could get
Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to the floor
I just started but the others can't make no
Runnin out of breaks and out of time
If I was gone, be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, record have to be long
If understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as
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 than 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 but when I'm in the place you don't come
Maybe waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more style 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 rewind it, when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still
Pay close attention, before mentioned
Listen up I got a brand new
from a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listeners to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost like
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's to sound, watch as it go around
are broken, smashed into the ground
That My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin me
Others are trying to flow and steadily
Potholes are left in my path then I crash and
Whoever refuse and right past em
Cause I left to do it for easy whatever
Death, till I get back you stay in step
speaking you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of medicine, this is for the listeners