Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

It's to the
to the listeners
It's to the
to the listeners

It's to the
to the listener
It's to the
to the listener

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

I'm the Lord, for somethin you can
Try and control and be cautious but the cut's in a
me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd around
People are peepless, cause the soloist
Phrases, thoughts, by the R of course
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
Maybe you're waitin, to see 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, the point is across
You hit reverse to it, that's when you hit the pause
I set the scene, first you mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, listenin?
Pay close attention, never mentioned
up I got a brand new invention
Made a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listen to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but bitten they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it ain't like
A record's to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, smashed the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers runnin up and tellin me
Others are to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are in my path then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and right past em
Cause I just left to do it for easy
Death, till I get back you better stay in
After you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of medicine, this is for the listeners