Luyện nghe bài hát The Beginning Of The End

The of the end of a new terror, a new era.
A diligent force, the course to be a number 1 rap source.
The beats are hype, the rhymes are nice, no than nice, they're cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
emcees to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
chant Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to our popularity, show clarity.
If you to dis, understand we can't do this shit for kicks.
It's our business like any other, and you'll discover old time brothers,
at the top stagnating, while others are and debating.
If they should waking, step on toes, you'll gain foes,
but always find those who oppose!!

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The of the end, my friend.
I grin when the DJ to spin.
I look to the left, then to my right, my man the beats, we start to recite.
DooDooraffic get the crowd into hysterics.
Don't pay no mind to the critics, so check it, the B E A T,
yeah what hypes me.
Yo not a pipe dream, so don't entice me with schemes against the team.
We're a new voice on the scene.
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to, it looks like other rapper wants to.
gaining success, but you're losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is sound and your thought patterns.
screwed up homeboys what happened?
Trying to change your be versatile?
like a child, your efforts are futile.
It's like you a gun and blew out your brains.
Seems like rap began to be a strain.

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The beginning of the end, yeah over.
To have some luck you a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You might as well move over son, 'cause the has got your ass on the run.
I pull my mic to my appetite.
I eat up a sucker for spite, spit and sputter.
Naw, I stutter.
Pull off the on your camera shutter.
Click, did you get a shot?
Now you're to see the Mojo in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day dawning and an end to those we keep to.
We call them all ruddy pot crews, and crying the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the gonna lose.
You the rules, so don't say it's cruel.
Survival of the fittest, and we're in it to win, and if you
we're punking out you as well forget it.
You got it?
You read it in the paper.
How the Mojo has the caper.
Hollow ass followers, caught the vapors.
Whishy wash brothers on their way out the door they upon themselves,
they to explore, but they fell off!!!!!

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