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 evening
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"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's accurate
the roughest cats and get em passionate
Shake the walking dead Lazarus
off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the albino but y'all in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm
Grab the microphone out arm so fast I tear a limb
Roman fashion, give yo soul a
If you don't know someone that knows and ask him
I'm right in front of ya, tight mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's like that
There's 8 million ways to words around beats
And 6 million be sharin the same three
But me takin the time to be creative mine
Touch your soul 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 your 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 stage but my head's in the
We settle the beef (when the commence) --> Run-DMC

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all sentences, vocabulary venomous
Telling domestic stories
Non-fiction with the oratory
Instead of concentratin on the youth naked
I em the truth 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 and let em' twist in the breeze
I got a funny knack for bringin kids to their
Y'all got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get away me!"
Every day I see rappers I wanna or strangle
Around they neck dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, same percentage of em are
Y'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't even come from the
You got any sense at all, you and retreat
Or end up a pinada hung from your feet
When I told you you were tight I had my in my cheek
And you ain't at my team, buddy, our huddle is deep
Born to on beats, I just have it within
If I had any more potential I have to be twins
and grin when rappers begin to babble 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 know already
My stick-and-move flow pattern
The Bro has already dissed 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 infrastructure erased
When I flip 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, 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 stare in the sky, only at nighttime
Envision endin your mission I write rhymes
History's never witnessed a quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the more the shines

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