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All traps ended here, and all the audience's eyes were red with excitement.

Goose bumps crawled all over his body.

"I'm crying, I'm afraid I'm a Harpi, Harpi dare not dream."

"Yes, is it wrong to fly high? You can't stop just because others laugh."

"Being yourself is the most important thing. I love this sentence."

"You have to fly, don't be Harpy who dare not dream! For your parents, for yourself."

Those rappers from the underground listening to Ye Lang’s song are like watching themselves walking along the way, those careful thinking, haunting vanity, countless nights of hard work and pretending to pretend to be coercion, hostility with their parents, feel They are getting old, can't keep up with the times, and don't understand themselves.

They are now bowing their heads one by one.

Among these people, there is no shortage of rich second generations, and there is no shortage of wealthy families. Pickled peppers are one of them.

But not everyone has a wealth of wealth, not everyone is a born child.

Breggie red eyes, "Yeshen, I know, I will work hard to buy good things for my parents, let them eat well, wear well and live well."

Zhou Yan on the side even smiled crookedly at this time, "Breggie, come on, my mother called and asked about you."

Jiao Jiao looked at everyone's reactions indifferently. He was very surprised. How could such lyrics resonate with so many people?

Why are you indifferent?

He knows he does not lack money, but what he lacks most is experiencing the pain of life.

Ye Lang's "Trash Talk" hits the most essential and softest part of the human heart.

It seems to say that you lied to others, not yourself.

The music became brisk again, and everything became relaxed.

"This world is actually not complicated..."

Ye Lang's singing sounded slowly again, this time, lyrical and gentle.

When all the voices disappeared, Ye Lang slowly smiled and looked at these people from all over the country.

Hot Chicken took the lead in applauding, Zhang Yue rubbed his eyes, Pan Shuai grew his mouth, Wu Sige still did not understand, why did Ye Lang choose this form of rap?

Shouldn't rap be that kind of hot, raging atmosphere, full of confrontation?

Seeing Ye Lang standing on the stage, like a king, listening to the endless applause and countless cheers on the scene, he fell into deep thought.

Three minutes, three full minutes, the applause lasted.

Ye Lang waved his hands many times, but failed to stop the audience.

At this time Liuzhou was holding a tissue in his hand, wiping the wet corners of his eyes, and slowly said, "I have made hundreds of rap songs. This is the most perfect one I have heard. There is no one, it is too strong. Not surprisingly, this is the top three works in China’s rap history."

"Director, why is Ye Lang so strong?"

"Xiao Li, you have to know that Ye Lang's lyrics and the combination of the production style are full of a kind of atmosphere of rivers and lakes. This kind of atmosphere is the unique artistic conception of our Chinese people. Do you understand this kind of thing? , Foreigners are all nasty critics, they know what a shit."

The applause finally stopped. At this time, Ye Lang took the microphone, looked at the crowd, and slowly said: "Rap, the place of origin is foreign, but you must have a question in your heart, that is why, rap must have confrontation? Is it keepreal? Who told you? Do you have to learn from those black people? What kind of culture, the culture of violence, do they have to learn?"

Everyone was shocked.

That's right, when Mom Dan accepted rap at the beginning, a group of people were saying to be cruel, fierce, diss, and conflict.

Who said that, is it always right? This is obviously the opposite of nine-year compulsory education!

Everyone was so touched by Ye Lang, their eyes lit up.

"We Huaxia people don't like confrontation. We like win-win situation. People don't offend me, I don't offend people. As a result, it's really meaningless to scold on stage. It looks like each one is like a grumpy **** guy. Are they still Huaxia people? You're a foreigner if you get it!"

"Why didn't anyone think about our rap? Everyday famous car watch Ferrari Rolex, you are not tired, don't you think those words are very mentally handicapped? Every day adding English to Chinese seems to be very good?"

"Hehe, stop making trouble, it's all rubbish."

After Ye Lang said these words, everyone was silent.

Wu Sige felt that his music worldview had been impacted, severely impacted.

He was educated abroad when he was a child, then went to Bangzi Country as a trainee, and finally returned to make his debut abroad. This experience created him with a weak sense of home and country, and internationally, he is no longer a Chinese.

For him, he can't understand, why is there still Huaxia style rap?

Why does the nunchaku music make fans all over the country boil?

He also didn't understand that "Trash Talk" actually took everyone's eyes, breath, and soul.

"Hua Xia's rap has the style of China. When I was a child, I saw gangsters, ordinary people, and ordinary people. This is the world."

"What are the rivers and lakes? Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are the worldly people!"

After Ye Lang finished speaking, the microphone was placed on the ground, and he turned around and walked off the stage.

At this moment, everyone was still immersed in the words of Ye Lang just now.

"The rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing. The rivers and lakes are human beings."

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

"Why is there no Huaxia's own style? Yes, Huaxia's own style of rap is also rap? Why do some people say that it is not authentic? Does it have to be the same as those foreigners to be authentic?"

At this moment, everyone realized one thing, Ye Lang’s terrifying storytelling ability, exaggerated line drawing technique, each of his words came with a picture, just like a classic character in a TV series, everyone is self-conscious. Bring BGM.

"Ye Lang! Ye Lang! Ye Lang!"

The mountain whispered the tsunami for a long time.

When Ye Lang was sitting in the background, Liuzhou said on his channel: "Four mentors, please comment?"

Wu Sige is dumbfounded, comment? Comment on a fart, all at this level, what else do I comment on?

Hot chicken Zhang Yue and Pan Shuai bite the bullet and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

At this level, they really can't comment. Forcibly calling themselves a teacher is really embarrassing, blushing, and ashamed.

"In this round, Beibei and Yelang, the final winner is..."

There was a strong voice from the host.

All the audience chanted: "Ye Lang! Ye Lang! Ye Lang!"

Where did these rappers from the underground have seen this kind of battle, and their legs were frightened.

They have been in a small venue for a long time, and the pressure of thousands of spectators shouting together is too strong.

Watching on TV is one thing, feeling on-site is another.

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