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 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
Didnt manage to me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 veteran
In a I victimize.
Word spray, word play,
Take shit back to the of K Day.
Ready rock, to test non-stop,
domination, fuck curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, cause panic,
lines terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You rap cats can scratch that,
play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways.
Thoughts i generate and scared to stop spittin,
hear nothin but the music I'm ???.
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
Into re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad blaze, spittin real on top,
In of Rob-1 'cause ya cant be stopped.

- scratching the following variations of a cut]
[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 these relax.
Rippin tracks from Cut Father dont half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc thats three deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the leafe to my chest,
That sixteen bars bars and stripes.
Used to go to malls and fight, now I up all night,
Thinking. Mappin out my future 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 hurricane flourishin.
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my money my mouth is,
Joust from North to South. You dont know anything this.
Partner startin a label, able to 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 in the palm of both hands when thy bail.
fatal and ??? bomb, I am phenominal,
If I laid on tracks 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 i feel well and done with it.
You a broke wrist rapper with a packer.
Jimmy on the breath sugar crew that backed ya.
a reason to step, I'm drinkin booze and jack jackers,
Back mackers, actors, stack up stature,
Textual factors, while I keep the wacker.