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 better nice, they're cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
emcees to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
You'll Stuck Mojo.
dis us boy, to hype our popularity, show clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we can't do this for kicks.
It's our business just like any other, and you'll 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 find those who oppose!!

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The of the end, my friend.
I grin when the DJ 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 to the so-called critics, so check it, the B E A T,
that's what hypes 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 sound and your thought patterns.
You're screwed up what happened?
to change your style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, efforts are futile.
It's like you took a gun and blew out brains.
like real rap began to be a strain.

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The of the end, yeah it's over.
To some luck you need a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You as well move over son, 'cause the Mojo has got your ass on the run.
I pull my mic to 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 soon to see the Mojo in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day dawning and an end to those we yawning 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
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,
they tried to explore, but they off!!!!!

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