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 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 rhymes damage,
And foes to oppose, Cut
Didnt manage to me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 battle
In a I victimize.
Word spray, 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 lines terrific, no surprise, see I it.
You homosexual rap can scratch 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 Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
Into re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, real on top,
In memory of 'cause ya cant be stopped.

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[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 'cause I'm while these others relax.
Rippin tracks from Cut Father dont half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: thats deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the maple to my chest,
That 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 head like a neurosurgeon,
To my origin is discouragin,
No fade in 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,
of skull-crushing confusion that welcomes any challenge.

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