Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

Open the doors, let the in
Turn up the mics, let me to them
when the evening ends
It all starts when the begins

[ 1: Brother 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
Take the roughest and get em passionate
Shake the walking dead Lazarus
off-the-head narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the albino but pale in comparison
I'm not arrogant, oh shit, yeah, I'm arrogant
Grab the microphone out your arm so fast I a limb
Roman fashion, yo soul a spasm
If you know find someone that knows and ask him
I'm right in of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might ya, my shit's wild like that
There's 8 million to stretch words around beats
And 6 million rappers be sharin the same
But me takin the time to be creative mine
Touch your till I see it in your face when I rhyme
And in the two or three it may take to rewind
I hold a rapper to the flames I make him resign
Want nobody hold your place in 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 be on the stage but my head's in the streets
We the beef (when the beats commence) --> Run-DMC

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the resemblence
Of freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomous
Telling horror stories
with the majestic oratory
Instead of on strippin the youth naked
I give em the truth naked, livin for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like kind of people
Black people and white people and my
I blister MC's and let em' twist in the
I got a knack for bringin kids to their knees
Y'all got Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get from me!"
Every day I see rappers I slap or strangle
Around they neck disaster dangles, so the angle
Next millennium, same percentage of em are
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 from your
When I told you you tight 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 I would have to be twins
Cackle and grin when rappers 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 y'all that already
My stick-and-move pattern steady
The Bro has dissed rappers of every race
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 flip damn it I'm fly, kick in your eye
And tell your company to eat a shit sandwich and die
Ali's a big
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, that's my fuckin in there!"
teeth 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 mission when I write rhymes
never witnessed a mission quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the more the light

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