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 better than nice, they're as ice.
My rap style, variations.
emcees to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
You'll Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to hype our popularity, clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we can't do 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, on toes, you'll gain automatic foes,
but you'll find those who oppose!!

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The of the end, my friend.
I grin the DJ starts to spin.
I to the left, then to my right, my man kicks 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 that's hypes me.
Yo not a pipe dream, so entice me with pretty schemes against the team.
a new voice that's on the scene.
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to, it looks your other rapper wants to.
You're gaining success, but losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is your sound and your patterns.
You're screwed up homeboys what
Trying to change your be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your are futile.
It's like you a gun and blew out your brains.
Seems real rap began to be a strain.

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The beginning of the end, yeah over.
To have some you need a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You might as well over son, 'cause the Mojo has got your ass on the run.
I my mic to soothe my appetite.
I eat up a just for spite, spit and sputter.
Naw, I stutter.
Pull off the cover on camera shutter.
Click, did you get a shot?
Now soon to see the Mojo in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day and an end to those we keep yawning to.
We call all ruddy pot crews, bitching and crying the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the gonna lose.
You know the rules, so say it's cruel.
Survival of the fittest, and we're in it to win, and if you
we're punking out you might as forget it.
You got it?
You about it in the paper.
How the Mojo has the caper.
Hollow ass followers, that the vapors.
Whishy wash brothers on their way out the they took upon themselves,
they tried to explore, but fell off!!!!!

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