Luyện nghe bài hát Full Contact

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

(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 dreams extreme
Not a term just to sports
It also derives from how I with force
Privite thoughts are revealed through my regal
Ceremonious down with the users of needles
The is a pain for ones who move on the break
Unified from the lion's to the sunshine state
Weights and curved and straight letters
Are used and fused
To deliver the devastating I have for making bars and notes
Step and get striked from the stars in my
Reservation for one, a table for three
Ev, Prev, and MC and my man

(Verse 2: MadChild)
Silver surfer, man mister fantastic
Swollen, Dilated, and
Madchild his ass kicked
a death wish, I'm vicious
I with sharks, piranhas, and siamese fighting fishes
And alligators, cause I'm a gladiator
Roll deep in Seven Forty sports and Navigators
S and M rocks the spot no
Your so even your yes-man got suggestions
Battle axe warriors kid, what the you think
Step up to my crew, aiyyo you must had too to drink
Its all about length thats
why I go keep 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 by-gones be
of a python
Red plus I rock a circa icon

(Verse 3: 2na)
Rattle in your collapsed ear, settin' here
Kickin raps clear, hopin' your lap dear, verbal
Back to smack fear, your dome piece, tones peak
Rockin from the cradle till my creak
for the microphones, no impostors
All up in bumble prosta
Lickin for my partners
Makin it hard for brothers who got what I'm
Swollen crew be your disaster
I control your
Words more powerful than your
sweeter than three liters of shasta
Vocal fracture, rhymes blast ya
Through your back, retinal the newscaster clapture
Unmatched diasaster, come blast flash and crash ya
Changin the to the master
till you can grasp the
Millions of medicals perhaps
The trap is in your herd, house, or

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