Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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to the listeners, for those that have a ear for this
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're a song
Stevie Blass on the keyboard, swingin
But you have to dance, play it cool and listen
My mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
who is number one if not best then better
Here's a the 18th letter
The is sportable, microphone is portable
For any man, swords is not affordable
take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I cheap 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 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 door steppin hard to shake the floor
I just started but the can't make no more
Runnin out of beats and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of
I improve, record don't have to be
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 control and be cautious but the in a cord
Make me than down, I make 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 from
You keep talkin, when all the damage 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 gets taken, I'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where I 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 mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, listenin?
Pay close attention, never before
Listen up I got a brand new
Made from a musician it's 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 down
A supposed to sound, watch as it go around
Records are broken, into the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers keep up and tellin me
Others are trying to smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my path then I crash and
Whoever refuse and cruise right em
Cause I left to do it for easy whatever
Death, I get back you better stay in step
After you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners