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 to what I'm sayin you're singin a song
Blass on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't have to dance, play it and listen
My DJ's mixin, and I'll do the
Cause who is number one if not best then
a hint the 18th letter
The rhymes is sportable, microphone is
For any man, swords is not affordable
Never take a cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but sell me a dream I don't sleep
I'm in Full, so save the bull
This ain't a stick up, you don't to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want more then wipe sweat
I just wanted 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 others can't make no
out of beats breaks and out of time
If I was gone, be runnin out of rhymes
I improve, record don't 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 somethin you can
Try and control and be but the cut's in a cord
Make me deeper than down, I make the 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, will all the damage be done?
You say you're rulin but when I'm in the you don't come
Maybe waitin, to see what I'm makin
One more gets taken, then I'ma be breakin
If the patterns are causes, piano is
But make it hard for you to start, where I off
You find yourself, till the point is
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
Listen up I got a new invention
Made from a musician notes are played crisp
But listeners to what I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but bitten they almost sound like
pumpin, but it ain't down like
A record's supposed to sound, watch as it go
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 then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and right past em
Cause I just left to do it for easy
Death, I get back you better stay in step
speaking you'll stare, if I was there your description is
Letters full of poetical medicine, is for the listeners