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 ends
It all starts when the beat

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
You're now with the show stopper
the Brother, since "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most
Take the roughest cats and get em
awake the walking dead Lazarus
With narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the albino but y'all pale in
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, yeah, I'm arrogant
Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a
Roman fashion, give yo a spasm
If you don't know someone that knows and ask him
I'm right in of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's like that
There's 8 million ways to words around beats
And 6 million rappers be sharin the three
But me takin the to be creative with mine
Touch your soul till I see it in your face when I
And in the two or three seconds it may take to
I hold a rapper to the flames until I him resign
Want hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
dead, got to stay breakin your spine

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

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary
Telling domestic stories
with the majestic oratory
Instead of on strippin the youth naked
I give em the truth naked, livin for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken like three kind of people
Black and white people and my people
I blister MC's and let em' twist in the
I got a funny knack for bringin kids to knees
Y'all got Christopher bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions "Get away from me!"
Every day I see I wanna slap or strangle
Around neck disaster dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, same of em are weak
thinkin y'all 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 hung from your
When I 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 on beats, I just have it within
If I had any more potential I would have to be
Cackle and grin when rappers begin to 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 y'all that already
My flow pattern steady
The Bro has already rappers of every race
Got em together for a "We Are the World"
If Ali's fake take this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get infrastructure erased
When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick sand in eye
And tell your company to eat a shit sandwich and die
a big teddybear
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my fuckin in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I serve family
And write about it in my journal I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom stare in the sky, at nighttime
Envision endin your mission I write rhymes
History's never a mission quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the the light shines

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