Luyện nghe bài hát Full Contact

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

(Verse 1: Prevail)
My life consists of songs
Of controlling balancing on platforms
A in between is an ends 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 are revealed through my regal cerebral
Ceremonious down with the users of needles
The spit is a pain for ones who move on the
Unified from the lion's gate to the state
Weights and measures and straight letters
Are used and fused
To the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes
Step and get from the stars in my throat
for one, plus a table for three
Ev, Prev, and MC and my man

(Verse 2: MadChild)
Silver surfer, spider man mister
Swollen, Dilated, and
getting his ass kicked
Thats a wish, I'm vicious
I swim with sharks, piranhas, and siamese fighting
And retro alligators, I'm a gladiator
deep in Seven Forty sports and Lincoln Navigators
S and M rocks the no question
so wack even your yes-man got suggestions
Battle axe warriors kid, what the fuck you
Step up to my crew, aiyyo you 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, thinkin no one's upstairs
But the on, let by-gones be by-gones
Strength of a
Red dragon plus I a circa icon

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

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