Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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It's to the listeners, for those that have a ear for
of the art, engineered for the mix
Eardrums are playing along to what I'm sayin you're a song
Blass on the keyboard, swingin along
But you have to dance, play it cool and listen
My DJ's mixin, and do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not best better
Here's a hint the letter
The rhymes is sportable, is portable
For any man, swords is not affordable
Never take a loss cause I'm hard to
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I sleep
I'm Paid in Full, so the bull
This ain't a stick up, you don't have to wave
You feel Sure, and you more then wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how hype you get
Cause when I came in the door steppin hard enough to the floor
I just started but the others can't no more
Runnin out of beats and out of time
If I was gone, you'd be out of rhymes
I improve, record have to be long
If understood 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 you can absorb
Try and control and be cautious but the in a cord
Make me deeper down, I make the crowd, crowd around
are peepless, cause the soloist found
Phrases, thoughts, made by the R of
One I do is keep em different, and far from yours
You keep talkin, will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the place you don't
Maybe waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more style gets taken, then be breakin
If the patterns are causes, piano is
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 you hit the pause
I set the scene, you hear mixin
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, still
Pay close attention, before mentioned
up I got a brand new invention
Made from a musician it's notes are crisp
But listeners listen to what I wrote on a
Copywritten but bitten they almost sound like
Almost pumpin, but it down like
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
are trying to flow smooth and steadily
Potholes are left in my then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise past em
I just 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
full of poetical medicine, this is for the listeners