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
the Brother, since "'89's the number"
Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's accurate
Take the cats and get em passionate
Shake awake the walking dead
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 arm so fast I tear a limb
Roman fashion, give yo soul a
If you don't know find someone knows and ask him
I'm in front of ya, tight muthafuckin mic muzzler
Who might struggle ya, my shit's like that
There's 8 million ways to stretch words around
And 6 million rappers be the same three
But me takin the time to be creative mine
Touch soul till I see it in your face when I rhyme
And in the two or seconds it may take to rewind
I hold a rapper to the until I make him resign
Want nobody hold your place in this rhyme, you find a to recline
You're dead, got to breakin your spine

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

[ VERSE 2: Ali ]
Ladies and gentlemen, Ali bare the resemblence
Of Moses freein y'all with sentences, vocabulary
domestic horror stories
Non-fiction the majestic oratory
Instead of concentratin on the youth naked
I give em the truth naked, proof for the sacred
Unless I'm mistaken there's like kind of people
people and white people and my people
I blister MC's and let em' in the breeze
I got a funny knack for bringin kids to knees
got Christopher Reeve-sized bravery tryin to play with me
Have you in fetal positions shoutin "Get away me!"
Every day I see I wanna slap or strangle
Around they disaster dangles, so that's the angle
Next millennium, same percentage of em are
Y'all thinkin y'all can rhyme, don't come from the streets
You got any sense at all, you mean-mug and
Or end up a human pinada hung from feet
When I told you you were tight I had my tongue in my
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 I would have to be twins
Cackle and grin 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 that already
My stick-and-move flow pattern
The Bro has dissed rappers of every 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 erased
When I damn it I'm fly, kick sand in your eye
And tell your record company to eat a sandwich and die
Ali's a big
Till they scream, "Stop the car door, that's my fuckin head in there!"
teeth are everywhere, I serve your family
And write about it in my like I'm Mister Belvedere
I seldom stare in the sky, only at
Envision your mission when I write rhymes
History's never a mission quite like mine
And the more they try to extinguish it, the more the light

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