Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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to the listeners

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to the listener

It's to the listeners, for those have a ear for this
of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're singin a
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, along
But you don't to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and do the quizzin
Cause who is one if not best then better
Here's a hint the letter
The is sportable, microphone is portable
For any immortal man, swords is not
take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't
I'm in Full, so save the bull
This ain't a stick up, you don't have to until
You feel Sure, and you want more then 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 make no more
Runnin out of breaks 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 understood and the is strong
You can speak out and hold the as prisoners
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 than down, I the crowd, crowd around
People are peepless, cause the found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of
One thing I do is keep em different, and far yours
You keep talkin, when all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't
Maybe you're waitin, to see what I'm
One style gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, is soft
But make it for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, the point is across
You hit to rewind it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you hear
the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?
Pay close attention, never mentioned
Listen up I got a brand new
from a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listen to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost like
Almost pumpin, but it ain't down
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
Others are trying to flow and steadily
Potholes are left in my path then I crash and
refuse and cruise right past em
Cause I just to do it for easy whatever
Death, till I get back you stay in step
After speaking you'll stare, if I was your description is
Letters full of poetical medicine, this is for the