Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

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

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
now fuckin 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 cats and get em
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, well yeah, I'm
Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a
Roman fashion, yo soul a spasm
If you know find someone that knows and ask him
I'm in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who struggle ya, my shit's wild like that
There's 8 million to stretch words around beats
And 6 million rappers be sharin the same
But me takin the time to be creative with
Touch your soul till I see it in your face 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 hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
You're dead, got to stay breakin spine

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father, mother, son and daughter send em to me
Do not the ock without bendin 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 freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomous
domestic horror stories
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 mistaken there's like three kind of
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
Y'all got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to with me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get from me!"
Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or
Around they neck disaster dangles, so that's the
Next millennium, same percentage of em are
Y'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't even from the streets
You got any at all, you mean-mug and retreat
Or end up a human hung from your feet
I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my cheek
And you ain't lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is
Born to hustle on beats, I have it within
If I had any potential I would have to be twins
Cackle and grin when begin to babble and spit away
Y'all pick 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 y'all that already
My stick-and-move flow steady
The Bro has already dissed of every race
Got em together for a "We Are the World"
If Ali's fake please take this opportunity to he
To his face, get infrastructure erased
When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick in your eye
And tell your company to eat a shit sandwich and die
Ali's a big
Till they scream, "Stop the car door, that's my fuckin head in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I serve your
And write about it in my like I'm Mister Belvedere
I stare in the sky, only at nighttime
Envision endin your mission when I write
History's never witnessed a quite like mine
And the more they try to it, the more the light shines

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