Luyện nghe bài hát The Beginning (No Further Delay)

[Method
Pack the number one champion sound, Uh, is 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'
people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your and lets get ill
That's y'all...

You're dollars, when dealing with Rev. Run
what I did done
And I come from Hollis, flipped it and 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 rhyme with me
my house I've got the key
Brothers see me, not
All ya'll cats to be me
as well go on, hits to me
Had a E, now drivin' a
my ridin' around in Gucci
Rhyme so raw, I'm told like
Gave some time to rhyme to Susan
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, Wilma a wool
I come to and lay down the rule
Johnny with the gun to out of the crime
Shorty the 40 was caught in the dark
Corner, black is a goner, really want to go
Now is a warner

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Now I walked on ice, and fell
I spent my time in a plush
Judge a phenomena, but calm world in my palm
Dead by dawn got the right to arms, bring me along
sound boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the appliance
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they it even
Let your guard, yes you did
Now you breathin'

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

Joe and D, lets run these MCs, they
From Humphrey, mad Bogey
Saddle up your horse, there's the Mosey
Jay deserves a trophy for this track right,
Futuristic G past
If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't night, punk
Little boy is mad chump, ain't no wins here
is extreme, know what I mean
Gettin royalties, Down the King...!

None of y'all really made
DJ Run and came the run
And the Garden like Jordan
You done it so my brother think about it, come on
DJ Run and you the son
It's this called run on

[Method
Alright, now run on

Never leave me open, so that I be scorin
cook is or they snoring
so that I be touring
Lauren told ya that ya one
You can't afford type of life
it will cost Run

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...