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 about 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 battle
In a I victimize.
spray, ghetto word play,
Take back to the days of K Day.
rock, Babylon to test non-stop,
World domination, fuck blocks.
Pacific, scientific cause panic,
Spit terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You homosexual rap cats can that,
play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways.
Thoughts i generate and never scared to spittin,
Dont nothin but the music I'm ???.
L ever-evolvin, ducks fallin,
Into re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, spittin on top,
In of Rob-1 'cause ya cant be stopped.

[Chorus - 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 others relax.
Rippin tracks from Cut dont bather half-steppin,
Mad and Buc Fifty: thats three deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the maple to my chest,
That sixteen bars between 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 my origin is discouragin,
No fade in this Canadian keep flourishin.
Doubt Hows this: I put my money where my mouth is,
Joust from North to South. You dont anything about this.
Partner a label, able to rock but unstable,
Terrifying of the mentally unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing that welcomes any challenge.

[Buc
I can hand-cuff lightning, thunder in jail,
Hold tornadoes in the of both hands when thy bail.
Full and ??? bomb, I am phenominal,
If I laid on train tracks I'd 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 with it.
You a broke wrist with a fruit-flavoured packer.
Jimmy on the breath sugar footed crew backed ya.
a reason to step, I'm drinkin booze and jack jackers,
Back mackers, actors, stack up stature,
factors, while I keep the wack wacker.