Luyện nghe bài hát Go For Mine

[Buc
Yeah, from the top. I don't think 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.

Fifty]
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.
spray, ghetto word play,
Take shit to the days of K Day.
Ready rock, Babylon to non-stop,
domination, fuck curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, scientific panic,
Spit terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You homosexual rap cats can that,
Don't play for gays, fake thugs, ways.
Thoughts i generate and scared to stop spittin,
Dont nothin but the music I'm ???.
L ever-evolvin, ducks fallin,
rhyme re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, spittin 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,
climbin 'cause I'm workin while these others relax.
Rippin tracks from Cut Father dont half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: three deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the maple to my chest,
sixteen bars between bars 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 your just like a neurosurgeon,
To my origin is discouragin,
No fade in this hurricane keep flourishin.
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my money my mouth is,
Joust from North to South. You know anything about this.
startin a label, able to rock but unstable,
Terrifying talents of the unbalanced,
King of confusion that welcomes any challenge.

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