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 fuckin with the stopper
A-l-i the Brother, "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most
Take the roughest and get em passionate
awake the walking dead Lazarus
With narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the but y'all pale in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, well yeah, I'm
Grab the out your arm so fast I tear a limb
Roman fashion, give yo a spasm
If you don't know find someone knows and ask him
I'm right in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic
Who might struggle ya, my wild like that
There's 8 million to stretch words around beats
And 6 million rappers be the same three
But me takin the time to be with mine
Touch your soul till I see it in your face I rhyme
And in the two or three seconds it may to rewind
I hold a rapper to the flames until I him resign
Want hold your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
You're dead, got to stay your spine

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

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Brother Ali the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all with sentences, venomous
Telling horror stories
with the majestic oratory
Instead of on strippin the youth naked
I em the truth naked, livin proof for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like kind of people
Black and white people and my people
I blister and let em' twist in the breeze
I got a funny knack for bringin to their knees
Y'all got Christopher Reeve-sized tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get from me!"
day I see rappers I wanna slap or strangle
Around they disaster 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 pinada hung from your feet
When I told you you tight I had my tongue in my cheek
And you ain't lookin at my team, buddy, our is deep
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 to babble and spit away
Y'all should 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 y'all know 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 this opportunity to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick sand in 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 teeth are everywhere, I serve family
And about it in my journal like I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom in the sky, only at nighttime
Envision endin your mission when I write
History's never witnessed a mission quite like
And the more they try to it, the more the light shines

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