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 along to what I'm you're singin a song
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, along
But you don't to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and I'll do the
Cause who is number one if not best 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 I don't sleep
I'm in Full, so save the bull
This a stick up, you don't have to wave until
You Sure, and you want more then wipe your sweat
Cause I just to see how hype you could get
Cause when I came in the steppin hard enough to shake the floor
I started but the others can't make no more
Runnin out of beats breaks and out of
If I was gone, be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, record don't to be long
If understood and the story 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 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 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 what I'm
One more gets 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 find yourself, till the is across
You hit reverse to rewind it, when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you hear
Then the fiend's in effect, still listenin?
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 they almost sound
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's to sound, watch as it go around
are broken, smashed into the ground
That ain't My Melody, 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 left to do it for easy whatever
Death, till I get you better stay in step
After speaking stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of medicine, this is for the listeners