Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

Open the doors, let the in
up the mics, let me speak to them
Victorious when the evening
It all when the beat begins

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
You're now with the show stopper
A-l-i the Brother, "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most
Take the roughest and get em passionate
Shake awake the dead Lazarus
With narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the but y'all pale in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, yeah, I'm arrogant
Grab the microphone out your arm so I tear a limb
fashion, give yo soul a spasm
If you don't know someone that knows and ask him
I'm right in front of ya, muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild like
There's 8 million ways to stretch around beats
And 6 million rappers be sharin the same
But me takin the to be creative with mine
Touch your till I see it in your face when I rhyme
And in the two or three it may take to rewind
I hold a to the flames until I make him resign
Want nobody your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
dead, got to stay breakin your spine

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Every father, mother, son and daughter em to me
Do not approach the ock without bendin knees
I might be on the stage but my in the streets
We settle the (when the beats commence) --> Run-DMC

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all with sentences, venomous
Telling domestic horror
Non-fiction with the oratory
Instead of concentratin on strippin the youth
I give em the truth naked, proof for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like three of people
Black and white people and my people
I blister MC's and let em' in the breeze
I got a funny knack for bringin kids to their
Y'all got Christopher bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get away me!"
Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or
they neck disaster dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, same of em are weak
Y'all thinkin can rhyme, don't even come from the streets
You got any at all, you mean-mug and retreat
Or end up a human pinada from your feet
When I told you you were I had my tongue in my cheek
And you ain't lookin at my team, buddy, our is deep
to hustle on beats, I just have it within
If I had any potential I would have to be twins
Cackle and grin when rappers begin to babble and spit
Y'all should a day, the it-day, the off-the-ick day

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[ VERSE 3: Ali ]
I'm a desperado, but I guess y'all know that already
My stick-and-move pattern steady
The Bro has already dissed of every race
Got em for a "We Are the World" remake
If Ali's fake take this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I damn it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye
And tell your record company to eat a shit and die
a big teddybear
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, my fuckin head in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I serve your
And write about it in my journal like I'm Belvedere
I seldom stare in the sky, at nighttime
Envision endin mission when I write rhymes
never witnessed a mission quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the the light shines

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