Luyện nghe bài hát The Beginning Of The End

The of the end of a new terror, a new era.
A force, setting 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.
Causing emcees to go on and find a new occupation,
leading the nation, an innovation.
You'll Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to hype our popularity, clarity.
If you decide to dis, 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 are waiting and debating.
If they waking, step on toes, you'll gain automatic foes,
but you'll always 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, 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,
that's what 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 like your rapper wants to.
You're gaining success, but losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is your and your thought patterns.
You're screwed up homeboys happened?
Trying to your style be versatile?
like a child, your efforts are futile.
It's like you took a gun and 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 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 just for spite, spit and sputter.
Naw, I stutter.
Pull off the cover on your shutter.
Click, did you get a good
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 them all ruddy pot crews, bitching and the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the others lose.
You know the rules, so don't say cruel.
of the fittest, and we're in it to win, and if you think
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, caught the vapors.
Whishy wash on their way out the door they took upon themselves,
they to explore, but they fell off!!!!!

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