Luyện nghe bài hát The Beginning Of The End

The of the end of a new terror, a new era.
A diligent force, setting the 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.
Causing emcees to go on vacation and a new occupation,
leading the nation, an innovation.
You'll chant Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to our popularity, show clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we can't do this for kicks.
It's our business just any other, and you'll discover old time brothers,
at the top stagnating, others are waiting and debating.
If should waking, step 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 when the DJ starts to spin.
I look to the left, to my right, my man kicks the beats, we start to recite.
lyrics 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 don't entice me with pretty 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.
You're gaining success, but losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is sound and your thought patterns.
You're screwed up homeboys happened?
to change your style be versatile?
Sounding a child, your efforts are futile.
It's you took 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 over son, 'cause the Mojo 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 good
Now you're soon to see the in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day dawning and an end to those we keep to.
We them all ruddy pot crews, bitching and crying the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the others lose.
You the rules, so don't say it's cruel.
of the fittest, and we're in it to win, and if you think
we're punking out you might as well it.
You got it?
You about it in the paper.
How the has solved the caper.
Hollow ass followers, caught the vapors.
Whishy wash brothers on their way out the door took upon themselves,
they tried to explore, but fell off!!!!!

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