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 than nice, cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
Causing to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
chant Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to our popularity, show clarity.
If you decide to dis, understand we can't do shit for kicks.
It's our business just like any other, and discover old time brothers,
at the top stagnating, others are waiting and debating.
If they should waking, step on toes, you'll automatic foes,
but you'll always find who oppose!!

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The of the end, my friend.
I grin when the DJ to spin.
I to the left, then to my right, my man kicks the beats, we start to recite.
lyrics get the crowd into 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 pretty schemes against the team.
a new voice that's on the scene.
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to, it looks like your other wants to.
You're success, but you're losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is sound and your thought patterns.
You're up homeboys what happened?
Trying to change style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your 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 have some luck you need a four leaf clover, Rover.
You might as well 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 your shutter.
Click, did you get a good
Now you're soon to see the in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day dawning and an end to those we yawning to.
We call them all ruddy pot crews, and crying the hip hop blues.
As we cruise, the gonna lose.
You the rules, so don't say it's cruel.
Survival of the fittest, and in it to win, and if you think
we're punking out you as well forget it.
You got it?
You about it in the paper.
How the has solved the caper.
Hollow ass followers, that the vapors.
Whishy wash brothers on their way out the door took upon themselves,
they tried to explore, but fell off!!!!!

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