Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

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

[ VERSE 1: Ali ]
You're now with the show stopper
A-l-i the Brother, "'89's the number"
"another summer," I'm the world's most accurate
Take the roughest cats and get em
awake the walking dead Lazarus
With off-the-head narratives, it'm
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 a limb
fashion, give yo soul a spasm
If you don't find someone that knows and ask him
I'm in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my wild like that
There's 8 million ways to stretch around beats
And 6 rappers be sharin the same three
But me the time to be creative with mine
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 nobody hold your 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 your knees
I might be on the stage but my head's in the
We settle the beef (when the beats commence) -->

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all sentences, vocabulary venomous
domestic horror stories
Non-fiction with the oratory
Instead of concentratin on strippin the youth
I give em the truth naked, livin proof for the
Unless I'm mistaken there's 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 to their knees
Y'all got Christopher bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in positions shoutin "Get away from me!"
Every day I see rappers I wanna slap or
Around they neck dangles, so that's the angle
millennium, same percentage 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 hung from your feet
When I told you you were I had my tongue in my cheek
And you lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is deep
Born to on beats, I just have it within
If I had any more potential I would have to be
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 know that already
My stick-and-move pattern steady
The Bro has already dissed rappers of every
Got em together for a "We Are the World"
If Ali's fake please take opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I damn it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye
And your 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!"
Your are everywhere, I serve your family
And write it in my journal like I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom stare in the sky, only at
Envision endin your when I write rhymes
History's never a mission quite like mine
And the they try to extinguish it, the more the light shines

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