Luyện nghe bài hát Full Contact

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

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

(Verse 2: MadChild)
Silver surfer, spider man fantastic
Swollen, Dilated, and
Madchild getting his ass
Thats a death wish, I'm
I swim with sharks, piranhas, and fighting fishes
And alligators, cause I'm a gladiator
Roll deep in Seven sports and Lincoln Navigators
S and M rocks the no question
Your so even your yes-man got suggestions
Battle axe warriors kid, what the fuck you
up to my crew, aiyyo you must had too much to drink
Its all about length longevity
Thats why I go rappin till I'm seventy
Ready or not, steady crew rep ready to rock
Knock knock, your thinkin no one's
But the lights on, let be by-gones
of a python
Red dragon plus I rock a circa

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

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