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 evaporate all you for real. No doubt, we love to spit the real. We love to spit the real.

Fifty]
Blind fanatics, rhymes leave damage,
And foes to oppose, Cut
manage to erase me out the game.
SouthEast 6 1 9 veteran
In a I victimize.
Word spray, word play,
Take shit to the days of K Day.
rock, Babylon to test non-stop,
World domination, curb-servin blocks.
Pacific, scientific 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 scared to stop spittin,
hear nothin but the music I'm ???.
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, fallin,
rhyme 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]
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 'cause I'm workin while these others relax.
Rippin from Cut Father dont bather half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: thats deadly weapons.
Reppin the west, staplin the maple to my chest,
That bars between bars and stripes.
Used to go to malls and fight, now I up all night,
Thinking. out my future 'cause my family's tight.
We keep it thorough. We get inside your head like a neurosurgeon,
To my origin is discouragin,
No fade in this Canadian keep flourishin.
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my money my mouth is,
Joust from North to South. You dont know about this.
Partner startin a label, to rock but unstable,
Terrifying talents of the unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing confusion 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 laid on train I'd make that shit de-rail.
Hold still, I'm so ill i make sick,
Kill a ??? my head split wild with this.
Style until i feel well and with it.
You a broke wrist with a fruit-flavoured packer.
Jimmy on the breath sugar crew that backed ya.
a reason to step, I'm drinkin booze and jack jackers,
Back mackers, out-act actors, up stature,
Textual factors, while I the wack wacker.