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 the beat begins

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
You're now fuckin with the stopper
A-l-i the Brother, "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most
Take the cats and get em passionate
Shake awake the walking Lazarus
With off-the-head narratives, it'm
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 a limb
fashion, give yo soul a spasm
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 like that
There's 8 ways to stretch words around beats
And 6 million be sharin the same three
But me the time to be creative with mine
Touch soul till I see it in your face when I rhyme
And in the two or three seconds it may to rewind
I hold a to the flames until I make him resign
Want nobody hold place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
You're dead, got to breakin your spine

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Every father, mother, son and 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 the beef (when the beats 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 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 MC's and let em' twist in the breeze
I got a funny knack for bringin to their knees
Y'all got 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
they 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 come the streets
You got any at all, you mean-mug and retreat
Or end up a human pinada hung 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 huddle is
Born to hustle on beats, I 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 pick a day, the it-day, the day

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[ VERSE 3: Ali ]
I'm a desperado, but I guess that y'all know that
My stick-and-move flow steady
The Bro has dissed rappers of every race
Got em for a "We Are the World" remake
If fake please take this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick in your eye
And tell your record company to eat a sandwich and die
a big teddybear
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my head in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I your family
And write about it in my journal like I'm Mister
I seldom stare in the sky, at nighttime
Envision your mission when 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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