Luyện nghe bài hát Full Contact

(Chorus: Evidence)
Its like that, no doubt we keep it
Twenty-four, seven, sixty-five
Its swollen world wide
This is full
Spit hard and never look
Its like that, thats we keep it live
Twenty seven three sixty five
This is full contact, yo to plug in
And spit hard, the audience is

(Verse 1: Prevail)
My life of making songs
Of quality controlling on platforms
A space in between is an to the means
My name on your lips, my face in your extreme
Not a term just to sports
It also derives how I drive with force
thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebral
Ceremonious masters down with the users of
The spit is a pain for ones who move on the
Unified from the lion's to the sunshine state
and measures curved and straight letters
Are used and fused
To deliver the craving I have for making bars and notes
Step and get striked from the stars in my
Reservation for one, plus a for three
Ev, Prev, and MC and my man

(Verse 2: MadChild)
Silver surfer, spider man mister
Swollen, Dilated, and
Madchild his ass kicked
a death wish, I'm vicious
I with sharks, piranhas, and siamese fighting fishes
And retro alligators, cause I'm a
Roll deep in Forty sports and Lincoln Navigators
S and M rocks the spot no
Your so even your yes-man got suggestions
Battle axe warriors kid, the fuck you think
Step up to my crew, you must had too much to drink
Its all length thats longevity
Thats why I go keep till I'm seventy
Ready or not, rock steady crew rep ready to
Knock knock, your thinkin no upstairs
But the on, let by-gones be by-gones
Strength of a
Red dragon plus I rock a circa

(Verse 3: 2na)
Rattle in collapsed ear, settin' traps here
raps clear, hopin' your lap dear, verbal papsmear
Back to smack fear, till your dome piece, peak
Rockin from the cradle my bones creak
Known for the microphones, no
All up in bumble prosta
Lickin shots for my
it hard for brothers who got what I'm after
Swollen member be your disaster
I control laughter
Words more than your pastor
Rappers sweeter than three liters of
Vocal tones fracture, rhymes ya
Through your back, the verbal newscaster clapture
Unmatched diasaster, come flash and crash past ya
the miniscule to the master
Minutes you can grasp the
of medicals made perhaps
The trap is in your herd, house, or

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