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. 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
manage to erase me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 veteran
In a I victimize.
Word spray, ghetto play,
Take shit to the days of K Day.
Ready rock, Babylon to non-stop,
domination, fuck curb-servin blocks.
South Pacific, cause panic,
Spit lines terrific, no surprise, see I it.
You homosexual rap can scratch that,
play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways.
Thoughts i generate and never scared to spittin,
Dont nothin but the music I'm ???.
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
Into rhyme re-lapse, record tracks.
Mad blaze, spittin real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 'cause ya 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. Bringing the while 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 Fifty: three deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the leafe to my chest,
sixteen bars between 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 keep flourishin.
Doubt Hows this: I put my money where my mouth is,
Joust from North to South. You dont anything about this.
startin 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 palm of both hands thy bail.
Full and ??? bomb, I am phenominal,
If I on train tracks I'd make that shit de-rail.
Hold still, I'm so ill i medicine sick,
Kill a ??? my head split wild plan this.
Style until i well and done with it.
You a broke wrist rapper a fruit-flavoured packer.
Jimmy on the sugar footed crew that 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.