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 to go on vacation and find a new occupation,
like the nation, an innovation.
You'll Stuck Mojo.
Yeah dis us boy, to hype our popularity, clarity.
If you to dis, understand we can't do this shit for kicks.
It's our just like any other, and you'll discover old time brothers,
at the top stagnating, while are waiting and debating.
If they should waking, step on toes, you'll automatic foes,
but always 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, to my right, my man kicks the beats, we start 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 me with pretty schemes against the team.
We're a new voice on the scene.
rap, I will not adapt to, it looks like your other rapper wants to.
You're gaining success, but losing respect.
comedians, I do detest.
Ridiculous is your sound and thought patterns.
You're screwed up what happened?
to change your style be versatile?
Sounding like a child, your are futile.
like you took a gun and blew out your brains.
Seems like rap began to be a strain.

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The beginning of the end, it's over.
To have some luck you a four leaf clover, like Rover.
You might as well over son, 'cause the Mojo has got your ass on the run.
I pull my mic to my appetite.
I eat up a sucker just for spite, and sputter.
Naw, I stutter.
Pull off the on your camera shutter.
Click, did you get a shot?
Now soon to see the Mojo in a record shop.
The beginning of a new day dawning and an end to we keep yawning to.
We them 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.
of the fittest, and we're 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, caught the vapors.
Whishy wash brothers on their way out the door they upon themselves,
they to explore, but they fell off!!!!!

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