Luyện nghe bài hát The Beginning (No Further Delay)

[Method
Pack the one champion sound, Uh, is they ready?

How feel out there?

Ah yeah, alright, alright...

[Method
Mr. Meth, Run-DMC, Jay, run!

from "Here we go" and "Together forever"]
1,2,3 In the to be, as it is plain to see
He is DJ Run,
And we are the Groovin, the body movin'
Party people your dreams have now fulfilled
Get out of your seats and get ill
right y'all...

You're gettin' dollars, when with Rev. Run
what I did done
And I from Hollis, flipped it and scripted it and there it go
Wanna floss, Pull em off, you I headlinin'
Sell out tours, plaque, wall to wall,
name ringin' out, door to door
be the King, Run-DMC,
now y'all brothers wanna rhyme me
my house I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All cats tryin to be me
Might as go on, hits to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my girl around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
Gave time to rhyme to Susan Lucci
Hoes coming out, "Who's she?"
by dawn, rhymin' for you D

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy higher than the moon
Willie wanted weapons, wanted a wool
I come to and lay down the rule
Johnny the gun to break out of the crime
Shorty with the 40 was in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, didn't want to go
Now is a warner

[Method
Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my in a plush hotel
a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to arms, bring me along
Another sound boy dying, hot
flyin, out the hardware appliance
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they made it
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you barely

To win a whim, open on a duck
We don't give a
Yo, best, to give it up

Joe and D, lets run these MCs, they
Humphrey, they mad Bogey
Saddle up your horse, the sunset Mosey
Jam-Master Jay deserves a trophy for this right,
Futuristic G tight
If that's girlfriend, she wasn't last night, punk
Little boy style's is mad chump, ain't no wins
Sport is extreme, what I mean
royalties, Down with the King...!

None of y'all made money
DJ Run and came the run
And played the Garden Jordan
You never done it so my brother think about it, on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this called run on

[Method
Alright, now run on

Never me open, so dopin' that I be scorin
cook is sleepin' or they
so that I be touring
Lauren told ya that ya one
You can't afford this of life
That it cost Run

Man]
Now it up, uh

Run make you wanna cry,
Make you die,
Make you wanna lie, up
Got to thru the rhyme
That run thru the mic, got a bounce to the sure 'nuff,
not a player, hustler, hater or a only in Augusta Georgia
a rap like a gun, that keeps a brother runnin
But it don't matter it will cost ya
you're like a teacher, but I don't reach ya
Soundin a preacher what?
Nobodys cuts than the Jam-Master
'cause he has to cut
My as a DJ, every time we play, put it on replay what?
Run rockin' up the heasy, all greasy, down south with the bud
Run like a rhino, spittin on vinyl
This is my gun
Run breakin' spinal, this is my title
Y'all get phucked Run!

signing off...