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 evening
It all starts when the beat

[ 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 and get em passionate
Shake the walking dead Lazarus
With off-the-head narratives, it'm
I mean, I'm the albino but pale in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, yeah, I'm arrogant
the microphone out your arm so fast I tear a limb
Roman fashion, yo soul a spasm
If you don't know find someone that and ask him
I'm in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild that
There's 8 million ways to words around beats
And 6 million rappers be sharin the three
But me takin the time to be creative mine
Touch your soul till I see it in your when I rhyme
And in the two or three seconds it may to rewind
I hold a rapper to the flames until I make him
Want nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to
You're dead, got to stay breakin your

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Every father, mother, son and daughter em to me
Do not approach the ock bendin your knees
I might be on the stage but my in the streets
We settle the (when the beats commence) --> Run-DMC

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the
Of Moses freein with sentences, vocabulary venomous
Telling domestic stories
with the majestic oratory
Instead of concentratin on strippin the naked
I give em the truth naked, livin proof for the
Unless I'm there's like three kind of people
Black people and white and my people
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 to play with me
Have you in fetal shoutin "Get away from me!"
Every day I see rappers I slap or strangle
Around neck disaster dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, same of em are weak
Y'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't come from the streets
You got any at all, you mean-mug and retreat
Or end up a human pinada hung from feet
I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my cheek
And you lookin at my team, buddy, our huddle is deep
to hustle 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 babble and spit
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 know that already
My stick-and-move flow pattern
The Bro has already dissed rappers of race
Got em together for a "We Are the World"
If Ali's fake please this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I flip it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye
And tell your record to eat a shit sandwich and die
Ali's a big
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my head in there!"
Your are everywhere, I serve your family
And write about it in my journal like I'm Mister
I seldom stare in the sky, only at
Envision endin your when I write rhymes
History's never witnessed a mission like mine
And the they try to extinguish it, the more the light shines

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