Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

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

[ 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 walking dead
off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the albino but y'all in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm
Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I a limb
Roman fashion, give yo soul a
If you don't know find that knows and ask him
I'm right in front of ya, muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild that
There's 8 million ways to stretch words around
And 6 million rappers be sharin the three
But me takin the time to be creative with
Touch your soul till I see it in face when I rhyme
And in the two or seconds it may take to rewind
I hold a to the flames until I make him resign
nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
You're dead, got to stay your spine

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father, mother, son and daughter send em to me
Do not approach the ock without bendin your
I might be on the stage but my head's in the
We settle the beef (when the commence) --> Run-DMC

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomous
Telling domestic stories
Non-fiction the majestic oratory
Instead of concentratin on strippin the youth
I give em the naked, livin proof for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like three of people
Black people and white people and my
I blister MC's and let em' in the breeze
I got a knack for bringin kids to their knees
got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions "Get away from me!"
Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or
Around they neck dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, percentage of em are weak
Y'all y'all can rhyme, don't even come from the streets
You got any sense at all, you mean-mug and
Or end up a human pinada hung from feet
I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my cheek
And you lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is deep
Born to hustle on beats, I have it within
If I had any potential I would have to be twins
Cackle and when rappers begin to babble and spit away
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 that know that already
My stick-and-move flow pattern
The Bro has already dissed of every race
Got em together for a "We Are the World"
If Ali's fake please this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I flip damn it I'm fly, sand in your eye
And tell your record company to eat a sandwich and die
a big teddybear
Till they scream, "Stop the car door, that's my fuckin head in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I serve family
And about it in my journal like I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom stare in the sky, only at
endin your mission when I write rhymes
History's witnessed a mission quite like mine
And the more try to extinguish it, the more the light shines

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