Luyện nghe bài hát Full Contact

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

(Verse 1: Prevail)
My consists of making songs
Of quality controlling balancing on
A in between is an ends to the means
My name on your lips, my face in dreams extreme
Not a just limited to sports
It also derives how I drive with force
Privite thoughts are through my regal cerebral
Ceremonious down with the users of needles
The spit is a pain for ones who move on the
from the lion's gate to the sunshine state
Weights and curved and straight letters
Are used and fused
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 mister
Swollen, Dilated, and
Madchild getting his ass
Thats a wish, I'm vicious
I with sharks, piranhas, and siamese fighting fishes
And retro alligators, cause I'm a
deep in Seven Forty sports and Lincoln Navigators
S and M the spot no question
Your so even your yes-man got suggestions
Battle axe kid, what the fuck you think
Step up to my crew, you must had too much to drink
Its all about length thats
why I go keep rappin till I'm seventy
Ready or not, rock steady crew rep ready to
Knock knock, thinkin no one's upstairs
But the lights on, let be by-gones
of a python
Red dragon plus I rock a circa

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

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