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 rhymes are nice, no better than nice, cold as ice.
My rap style, variations.
Causing emcees to go on vacation and a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
chant Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to our popularity, show clarity.
If you to dis, understand we can't do this shit for kicks.
It's our business just like any other, and you'll discover old 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 those who oppose!!

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The of the end, my friend.
I grin the DJ starts to spin.
I look to the left, then to my right, my man kicks the beats, we to recite.
DooDooraffic lyrics get the crowd hysterics.
Don't pay no mind to the so-called critics, so it, the B E A T,
that's what 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 like your other rapper wants to.
You're gaining success, but you're respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is your sound and thought patterns.
screwed up homeboys what happened?
Trying to change your be versatile?
Sounding a child, your efforts are futile.
It's like you a gun and blew out your brains.
like real rap began to be a strain.

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The beginning of the end, yeah over.
To some luck you need a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You might as well move over son, 'cause the Mojo has got 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 on your camera shutter.
Click, did you get a good
Now you're soon to see the Mojo in a 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 gonna lose.
You know the rules, so say it's cruel.
Survival of the fittest, and we're in it to win, and if you
we're punking out you as well forget it.
You got it?
You read it in the paper.
How the Mojo has the caper.
ass followers, that caught the vapors.
Whishy wash on their way out the door they took upon themselves,
they tried to explore, but fell off!!!!!

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