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 are nice, no better than nice, they're cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
Causing emcees to go on and find a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
chant 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 find 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 lyrics get the into hysterics.
Don't pay no mind to the so-called critics, so 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 that's on the scene.
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to, it looks like your rapper wants to.
You're gaining success, but you're respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is sound and your thought patterns.
screwed up homeboys what happened?
Trying to your style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your are futile.
It's like you took a gun and blew out brains.
Seems like rap began 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 well move son, 'cause the Mojo has got your ass on the run.
I my mic to soothe my appetite.
I eat up a sucker 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 and an end to those we keep yawning to.
We them all ruddy pot crews, bitching and crying the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the others lose.
You know the rules, so don't say cruel.
Survival of the fittest, and we're in it to win, and if you
punking out you might as well forget it.
You got it?
You about it in the paper.
How the Mojo has the caper.
Hollow ass followers, that the vapors.
Whishy brothers on their way out the door they took upon themselves,
tried to explore, but they fell off!!!!!

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