Luyện nghe bài hát Go For Mine

[Buc
Yeah, from the top. I don't 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 motherfuckers for real. No doubt, we love to spit the real. We love to spit the real.

[Buc
Blind fanatics, attack rhymes damage,
And to oppose, Cut Father
manage to erase me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 battle
In a I victimize.
Word spray, ghetto play,
Take back to the days of K Day.
Ready rock, Babylon to non-stop,
World domination, fuck blocks.
Pacific, scientific cause panic,
Spit terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You homosexual rap cats can that,
Don't for gays, fake thugs, fake ways.
Thoughts i generate and never to stop spittin,
hear nothin but the music I'm ???.
L ever-evolvin, ducks 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 variations of a cut]
Father]
get down, and go for mine,
1 2, and run the line.
get down, and run down the line.
get down... 1 2.

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

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