Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for those that a ear for this
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're 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
who is number one if not best then better
Here's a the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, is portable
For any immortal man, swords is not
Never take a loss cause I'm to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't
I'm Paid in Full, so save the
This ain't a stick up, you don't have to until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your
Cause I wanted to see how hype you could get
Cause when I came in the door steppin enough to shake the floor
I just started but the can't make no more
Runnin out of beats and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be out of rhymes
I improve, don't have to be long
If it's and the story is strong
You can out and hold the crowd as prisoners
The people is peepless, it's to the

I'm the Lord, for somethin you can
Try and and be cautious but the cut's in a cord
Make me than down, I make the crowd, crowd around
are peepless, cause the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of
One I do is keep em different, and far from yours
You keep talkin, when will all the damage be
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you come
you're waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more style gets taken, I'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where I off
You find yourself, till the point is
You hit to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you hear
Then the microphone in effect, still listenin?
Pay close attention, never before
Listen up I got a new invention
Made a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listen to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost sound
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, as it go around
Records are broken, into the ground
That My Melody, brothers keep runnin up and tellin me
are trying to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise right 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
Letters full of poetical medicine, this is for the