Luyện nghe bài hát Go To War

Rage
Didn't I ya it just gets betta. You. You know sumn?
Dis shit is den hell. WAIT! I just thought of sumn.
Fuck you Dj Saint Sinner, you be named Bj Saint Sinner.
You ass faggot. Woops, sorry.

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Eh, you there, get in line.
You this is a muthafuckin game?
is muthafuckin' war!

You wanna my name out then you say you're sorry?
Damn right you're sorry, leave ya callin' for ya mommy
Killaz comin' back for a warfare
Bitch you better beware this ain't no fuckin' bomb
You still hold a from when WAK departed
Every word that ya make you seem more retarded
You claimin' you a thug, and you Tha CFG
Your lyrical skill is too far to be
Called a rap artist, nuthin' but a joke
as you get booed, ya fuckin' ass choke
You think you make it Well ya ass is outta luck
Ya CD was givin' to me ya fuckin' ass suck
You try an' apologize I hear about your lies
You try an' say I'm too scared to you in the eyes
you know where I'm at, let's settle the score
Your lyrics are a muthafucka prepare for war

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Uh, uh uh, uh uh, Go To War (Repated)

Mutha fucka, you to contest with the best?
You a joke foo, Ima you, like cess
call Saint out? Well all of Killa Kore is backin'
Dissin' ya slackin', now it's attackin'
Our music's like a Mack Ten, it goes
But when you sumthin' like you niggaz clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha fuck is shit?
Sounds to me that you a pussy ass bitch
between Bio Killaz, and Rage
We got fans, you don't, we rock, you blow, we on the page
Oh what nigga? shoot me in the head?
Well it tha fuck up chump, 'cause that's what you said
Now all askin' questions, and bein' all nice
As you can tell I got no respect, to diss I didn't twice
Mutha fucka, now I'm you right now
To battle rap the Bio and cry for a whole crowd

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Uh, uh uh, uh uh, Go To War (Repated)

You wanna spit that wack shit then you wanna
Well you can suck on my dick an' then choke on my
There ain't a damn thing you could do to me
Bitch can't you You can't fuck with me destiny
You better recognize you see a true emcee
Wigga please, dissin' you is a
In ten years I'll when I look you in your eyes
be broke as fuck, and servin' me my fries

Lies, all you speak, but we got the
Managers, shows, hoes, and tha whole Kore deal
I talk to, all thirteen that heard your CD
Told me you fuckin' suck, never be me
CFG, ever since you heard us it
You fuckin' playin' it, and now ya ass is claimin' it
Get ya own shit, and get off a few
Oh and by the way we look forward to retaliation diss