Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for
of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
Stevie on the keyboard, swingin along
But you have to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and do the quizzin
who is number one if not best then better
Here's a hint the 18th
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
For any immortal man, swords is not
Never take a cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't me a dream I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so save the
This a stick up, you don't have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you more then wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how hype you get
Cause when I came in the door hard enough to shake the floor
I just started but the others can't no more
Runnin out of beats breaks and out of
If I was gone, be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, don't have to be long
If understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as
The people is peepless, to the listeners

I'm the Lord, for you can absorb
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 keep talkin, when will all the damage be
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the 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, is soft
But it hard for you to start, where I left off
You yourself, till the point is across
You hit reverse to it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, you hear mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still
Pay attention, never before mentioned
Listen up I got a new invention
Made a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listeners to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten almost sound like
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A supposed to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, smashed into the
That ain't My Melody, brothers runnin up and tellin me
are trying to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise right em
Cause I left to do it for easy whatever
Death, till I get back you better in step
speaking you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners