Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for
State of the art, for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're a song
Blass on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't to dance, play it cool and listen
My mixin, and I'll do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not then better
Here's a hint the letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
For any immortal man, is not affordable
Never a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a I don't sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so the bull
This ain't a stick up, you don't have to until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe your
Cause I just wanted to see how 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 and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be runnin out of
I improve, record have to be long
If it's and the story is strong
You can speak out and hold the crowd as
The is peepless, it's to the listeners

I'm the Lord, for somethin you can
Try and and be cautious but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper 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 will all the be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you come
Maybe waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more style gets taken, then I'ma be
If the are causes, piano is soft
But make it hard for you to start, where I 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
the microphone fiend's in effect, still listenin?
Pay attention, never before mentioned
Listen up I got a brand new
Made from a musician 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 down
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go
Records are broken, smashed the ground
That ain't My Melody, brothers 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 back you stay in step
After speaking you'll stare, if I was your description is
full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners