Luyện nghe bài hát To The Listeners

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to the listener
It's to the
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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 you're singin a song
Stevie on the keyboard, swingin along
But you don't have to dance, play it and listen
My DJ's mixin, and do the quizzin
Cause who is number one if not best then
Here's a hint the letter
The is sportable, microphone is portable
For any immortal man, is not affordable
Never take a loss cause I'm hard to
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I don't
I'm in Full, so save the bull
ain't a stick up, you don't have to wave until
You feel Sure, and you want then wipe your sweat
Cause I just wanted to see how you could get
Cause I came in the door steppin hard enough to shake 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 runnin out of
I improve, record don't have to be
If understood and the story is strong
You can speak out and the crowd as prisoners
The people is peepless, to the listeners

I'm the Lord, for you can absorb
Try and control and be cautious but the cut's in a
Make me deeper than down, I make the crowd, crowd
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 you don't come
Maybe you're waitin, to see what I'm
One more style gets taken, then I'ma be
If the patterns are causes, piano is
But it hard for you to start, where I left off
You find yourself, till the point is
You hit reverse to rewind it, that's when you hit the
I set the scene, first you hear
Then the microphone fiend's in effect, listenin?
Pay close attention, never before
Listen up I got a brand new
from a musician it's notes are played crisp
But listeners listen to I wrote on a disc
Copywritten but still bitten they almost sound
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
Others are trying to flow and steadily
Potholes are left in my then I crash and bruise
Whoever refuse and cruise past em
Cause I just left to do it for whatever
Death, I get back you better stay in step
After speaking you'll stare, if I was there description is
Letters full of medicine, this is for the listeners