Luyện nghe bài hát The Beginning (No Further Delay)

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

How feel out there?

Ah yeah, alright, alright...

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

[Cuts "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 Krush Groovin, the movin'
Party people dreams have now been fulfilled
Get out of your seats and get ill
That's y'all...

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

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

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Now I walked on ice, and never
I my time in a plush hotel
a phenomena, deadly but calm world in my palm
Dead by got the right to bear arms, bring me along
sound boy dying, hot iron
Stuff flyin, out the hardware
Baby, Momma
and grievin', you was at odds,
With them kids, till they made it
Let down guard, yes you did
Now you breathin'

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

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

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

[Method
Alright, now run on

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

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Run-DMC off...