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, 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, rhymes leave damage,
And to oppose, Cut Father
Didnt to erase me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 veteran
In a I victimize.
spray, ghetto word play,
Take back to the days of K Day.
rock, Babylon to test non-stop,
World domination, curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, scientific 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 hear nothin but the I'm ???.
L ever-evolvin, ducks fallin,
rhyme re-lapse, these record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 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 pain I'm bringin the facts,
Keep climbin 'cause I'm workin while these relax.
Rippin tracks Cut Father dont bather half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc 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 head like a neurosurgeon,
To my origin is discouragin,
No in this Canadian hurricane keep flourishin.
Doubt Hows this: I put my money where my mouth is,
from North to South. You dont know anything about this.
Partner a label, able to rock but unstable,
Terrifying of the mentally unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing confusion welcomes any challenge.

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