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
It's to the
It's to the
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, swingin
But you don't to dance, play it cool and listen
My mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
Cause who is one if not best then better
a hint the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
For any immortal man, swords is not
Never 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 when I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake the
I just started but the others can't make no
out of beats breaks and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of
I improve, don't have to be long
If it's understood and the story is
You can speak out and the crowd as prisoners
The is peepless, it's to the listeners

I'm the Lord, for you can absorb
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, by the R of course
One thing I do is keep em different, and far from
You keep talkin, when will all the be done?
You say you're rulin but I'm in the place you don't come
Maybe waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more style taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the are causes, piano is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where I off
You yourself, till the point is across
You hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the
I set the scene, you hear mixin
the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?
Pay close attention, before mentioned
up I got a brand new invention
Made from a musician notes are played crisp
But listeners listen to what I wrote on a
Copywritten but still bitten they almost sound
Almost pumpin, but it ain't like
A record's to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, smashed into the
That ain't My Melody, keep runnin up and tellin me
Others are trying to flow and steadily
Potholes are in my path then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise past em
Cause I just to do it for easy whatever
Death, till I get back you better in step
After speaking you'll stare, if I was there your is
Letters full of poetical medicine, is for the listeners