Luyện nghe bài hát When The Beat Comes In

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

[ 1: Brother Ali ]
now fuckin 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 awake the walking dead
With narratives, it'm embarrassing
I mean, I'm the albino but y'all 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 don't know find that knows and ask him
I'm right in of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's wild like
8 million ways to stretch words around beats
And 6 million rappers be 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 seconds it may to rewind
I hold a rapper to the flames until I him resign
Want nobody your place in this rhyme, you find a space to recline
dead, got to stay breakin your spine

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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 beef (when the beats commence) -->

[ 2: Brother Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Brother Ali bare the
Of freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary venomous
Telling domestic horror
with the majestic oratory
Instead of concentratin on strippin the youth
I give em the naked, livin proof for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like kind of people
Black people and people and my people
I blister MC's and let em' twist in the
I got a funny knack for kids to their knees
Y'all got Christopher Reeve-sized tryin to play with me
Have you in positions shoutin "Get away from me!"
Every day I see rappers I slap or strangle
Around they neck disaster dangles, so that's the
Next millennium, percentage of em are weak
thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't even come from the streets
You got any at all, you mean-mug and retreat
Or end up a human pinada from your feet
I told you you were 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 potential I have to be twins
Cackle and grin when rappers begin to babble and spit
Y'all pick 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 that already
My flow pattern steady
The Bro has dissed rappers of every race
Got em for a "We Are the World" remake
If Ali's fake please take this to tell he
To his face, get your infrastructure
When I flip damn it I'm fly, kick in your eye
And tell your record company to eat a shit and die
Ali's a big
Till they scream, "Stop slammin the car door, my fuckin head in there!"
Your teeth are everywhere, I your family
And write about it in my journal like I'm Belvedere
I stare in the sky, only at nighttime
endin your mission when I write rhymes
History's never witnessed a quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the more the light

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