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 course to be a 1 rap source.
The are hype, the rhymes are nice, no better than nice, they're cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
Causing to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
leading the nation, an innovation.
You'll Stuck Mojo.
dis us boy, to hype our popularity, show clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we do this shit for kicks.
It's our just like any other, and you'll discover old time brothers,
at the top stagnating, others are waiting and debating.
If they should waking, on toes, you'll gain automatic foes,
but always find those who oppose!!

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The of the end, my friend.
I when the DJ starts to spin.
I to the left, then to my right, my man kicks the beats, we start to recite.
DooDooraffic lyrics get the crowd hysterics.
Don't pay no to the so-called critics, so check it, the B E A T,
yeah that's what me.
Yo not a pipe dream, so don't entice me with pretty schemes the team.
We're a new voice on the scene.
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to, it looks 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 screwed up homeboys happened?
Trying to change style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your are futile.
It's you took a gun and blew out your brains.
Seems like real rap to be a strain.

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The of the end, yeah it's over.
To have some luck you need a four leaf clover, Rover.
You might as 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 camera shutter.
Click, did you get a good
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 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.
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 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 took themselves,
tried to explore, but they fell off!!!!!

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