Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

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

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
You're now fuckin the show stopper
A-l-i the Brother, "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most
the roughest cats and get em passionate
Shake awake the walking dead
With off-the-head narratives, it'm
I mean, I'm the albino but y'all in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, yeah, I'm arrogant
the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a limb
Roman fashion, give yo soul a
If you don't know find someone that 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 to stretch words around beats
And 6 rappers be sharin the same three
But me takin the time to be creative mine
Touch your soul till I see it in face when I rhyme
And in the two or three seconds it may take to
I hold a rapper to the until I make him resign
Want nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a to recline
You're dead, got to breakin your spine

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

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

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[ 3: Brother Ali ]
I'm a desperado, but I guess that y'all know already
My stick-and-move pattern steady
The Bro has dissed rappers 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 flip it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye
And tell record company to eat a shit sandwich and die
a big teddybear
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, my fuckin head in there!"
teeth are everywhere, I serve your family
And write it in my journal like I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom in the sky, only at nighttime
endin your mission when I write rhymes
History's never witnessed a mission quite mine
And the they try to extinguish it, the more the light shines

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