Luyện nghe bài hát Go For Mine

[Buc
Yeah, 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 motherfuckers for real. No doubt, we love to spit the real. We love to spit the real.

[Buc
Blind fanatics, attack leave damage,
And foes to oppose, Cut
manage to erase me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 veteran
In a I victimize.
Word spray, ghetto play,
Take shit back to the of K Day.
rock, Babylon to test non-stop,
World domination, curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, cause panic,
lines terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You homosexual rap cats can that,
Don't play for gays, thugs, fake ways.
i generate and never scared to stop spittin,
Dont hear but the music I'm ???.
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
Into re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, spittin on top,
In of Rob-1 'cause ya cant be stopped.

[Chorus - scratching the following variations of a
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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 'cause I'm workin these others relax.
Rippin tracks Cut Father dont bather half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: thats deadly weapons.
the west, staplin the maple leafe to my chest,
That bars between bars and stripes.
to go to malls and fight, now I stay up all night,
Thinking. out my future 'cause my family's tight.
We keep it thorough. We get inside your head just a neurosurgeon,
To my origin is discouragin,
No fade in this Canadian keep flourishin.
this? Hows this: I put my money where my mouth is,
Joust North to South. You dont know anything about this.
startin a label, able to rock but unstable,
Terrifying of the mentally unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing confusion welcomes any challenge.

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