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 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.

Fifty]
Blind fanatics, attack rhymes damage,
And foes to oppose, Cut
Didnt 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.
rock, Babylon to test non-stop,
World domination, curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, cause panic,
Spit terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You rap cats can scratch that,
Don't play for gays, fake thugs, ways.
Thoughts i generate and never scared to spittin,
Dont nothin but the music I'm ???.
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
rhyme re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad blaze, spittin real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 ya cant be stopped.

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[Cut
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 while I'm bringin the facts,
Keep climbin 'cause I'm workin while others relax.
Rippin tracks from Cut Father bather half-steppin,
Mad and Buc Fifty: thats three deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, the maple leafe to my chest,
sixteen bars between bars and stripes.
Used to go to and fight, now I stay up all night,
Thinking. Mappin out my 'cause my family's tight.
We keep it thorough. We get inside your just like a neurosurgeon,
To some my is discouragin,
No in this Canadian hurricane keep flourishin.
Doubt Hows this: I put my money where my mouth is,
Joust from to South. You dont know anything about this.
Partner startin a label, to rock but unstable,
Terrifying talents of the unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing confusion that any challenge.

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