Luyện nghe bài hát Go For Mine

[Buc
Yeah, from the top. I don't think they know. But as if you didnt know by now: L Brothers, Swollen Members, Buc Fifty, T to Be Fam. It never stops. There's too many ducks in the game now. its about time we evaporate all you for real. No doubt, we love to spit the real. We love to spit the real.

Fifty]
Blind fanatics, attack rhymes damage,
And to oppose, Cut Father
Didnt to erase me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 veteran
In a I victimize.
Word spray, word play,
shit back to the days of K Day.
Ready rock, Babylon to non-stop,
domination, fuck curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, cause panic,
Spit terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You homosexual rap cats can that,
play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways.
Thoughts i generate and never scared to spittin,
Dont hear but the music I'm ???.
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
Into re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 'cause ya be stopped.

[Chorus - scratching the following variations of a
Father]
get down, and go for mine,
1 2, and run the line.
Just get down, and run the line.
get down... 1 2.

Swingin the axe. the pain while I'm bringin the facts,
Keep climbin I'm workin while these others relax.
Rippin tracks from Cut dont bather half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: thats deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, the maple leafe to my chest,
That sixteen bars between and stripes.
Used to go to malls and fight, now I up all night,
Thinking. Mappin out my future 'cause my tight.
We keep it thorough. We get inside head just like a neurosurgeon,
To my origin is discouragin,
No in this Canadian hurricane keep flourishin.
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my money my mouth is,
Joust North to South. You dont know anything about this.
Partner a label, able to rock but unstable,
talents of the mentally unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing confusion welcomes any challenge.

[Buc
I can hand-cuff lightning, throw in jail,
Hold in the palm of both hands when thy bail.
fatal and ??? bomb, I am phenominal,
If I laid on train tracks I'd that shit de-rail.
Hold still, I'm so ill i make sick,
Kill a ??? my head split wild plan this.
Style until i feel and done with it.
You a broke wrist rapper a fruit-flavoured packer.
Jimmy on the breath footed crew that backed ya.
Gimme a reason to step, I'm drinkin and jack jackers,
mackers, out-act actors, stack up stature,
Textual factors, while I keep the wacker.