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 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
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.
Pacific, scientific cause 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 never scared to spittin,
Dont hear nothin but the I'm ???.
L ever-evolvin, ducks fallin,
Into re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 ya cant be stopped.

[Chorus - scratching the following of a cut]
[Cut
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 Father dont half-steppin,
Mad and Buc Fifty: thats three deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the maple to my chest,
That sixteen 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 head just a neurosurgeon,
To some my is discouragin,
No fade in this hurricane keep flourishin.
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my where my mouth is,
Joust North to South. You dont know anything about this.
Partner a label, able to rock but unstable,
Terrifying of the mentally unbalanced,
of skull-crushing confusion that welcomes any challenge.

[Buc
I can hand-cuff lightning, thunder in jail,
Hold tornadoes in the palm of both hands 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 split wild plan with this.
Style until i feel well and with it.
You a broke wrist with a fruit-flavoured packer.
Jimmy on the breath sugar crew that backed ya.
Gimme a reason to step, I'm drinkin and jack jackers,
Back mackers, actors, stack up stature,
Textual factors, while I the wack wacker.