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 better nice, they're cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
Causing emcees to go on vacation and a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
You'll chant Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to hype our popularity, clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we do this shit for kicks.
It's our business just like any other, and you'll discover old brothers,
at the top stagnating, others are waiting and debating.
If should waking, step on toes, you'll gain automatic foes,
but always find those who oppose!!

The be...
The the the be...
The the the be...
The of the end
The be...
The the the be...
The the the be...
The of the end

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.
DooDooraffic lyrics get the 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 dream, so don't entice me with pretty schemes against the team.
We're a new that's on the scene.
rap, I will not adapt to, it looks like your other rapper wants to.
You're success, but you're losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is your sound and your patterns.
You're up homeboys what happened?
to change your style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your are futile.
It's you took a gun and blew out your brains.
like real rap began to be a strain.

The be...
The the the be...
The the the be...
The of the end
The be...
The the the be...
The the the be...
The of the end

The be...
The be...
The be...
The be...
The be...
The of the End

The be...
The be...
The be...
The be...
The be...
The of the End

The of the end, yeah it's over.
To have some luck you a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You as well move over son, 'cause the Mojo has got your ass on the run.
I my mic to soothe my appetite.
I eat up a sucker just for spite, 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 dawning and an end to we keep yawning to.
We call them all ruddy pot crews, bitching and the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the gonna lose.
You know the rules, so don't say 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 took upon themselves,
they tried to explore, but fell off!!!!!

The be...
The the the be...
The the the be...
The of the end
The be...
The the the be...
The the the be...
The of the end