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 time we 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 to oppose, Cut Father
Didnt manage to me out the game.
6 1 9 battle veteran
In a I victimize.
spray, ghetto word play,
Take back to the days of K Day.
Ready rock, to test non-stop,
World domination, fuck blocks.
South Pacific, cause panic,
Spit terrific, no surprise, see I planned it.
You rap cats can scratch that,
play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways.
Thoughts i generate and never to stop spittin,
Dont nothin but the music I'm ???.
L ever-evolvin, ducks fallin,
Into rhyme re-lapse, record tracks.
Mad Child blaze, real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 ya cant be stopped.

[Chorus - scratching the following variations of a
Father]
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. Bringing the pain I'm bringin the facts,
Keep climbin 'cause I'm workin while others relax.
Rippin tracks Cut Father dont bather half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: thats deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the leafe to my chest,
sixteen bars between bars and stripes.
Used to go to and fight, now I stay 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 keep flourishin.
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my money where my is,
from North 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, throw in jail,
Hold in the palm of both hands when thy bail.
Full 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 split plan with this.
until i feel well and done with it.
You a broke rapper with a fruit-flavoured packer.
Jimmy on the breath footed crew that backed ya.
a reason to step, I'm drinkin booze and jack jackers,
Back mackers, actors, stack up stature,
Textual factors, I keep the wack wacker.