Luyện nghe bài hát Go To War

Rage
Didn't I tell ya it just gets betta. You. You sumn?
Dis shit is funnier den hell. WAIT! I just 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 think this is a game?
This is war!

You call my name out then you say you're sorry?
Damn right you're sorry, leave ya callin' for ya mommy
Killaz back for a lyrical warfare
Bitch you beware this ain't no fuckin' bomb scare
You still hold a grudge from when WAK
Every word that ya spittin' make you seem retarded
You claimin' you a thug, and you Tha CFG
Your lyrical is too far away to be
Called a rap artist, your nuthin' but a
Soon as you get booed, ya ass choke
You think you it somewhere? Well ya ass is outta luck
Ya CD was givin' to me 'cause ya fuckin' ass
You try an' apologize when I hear about lies
You try an' say I'm too scared to look you in the
Well you know where I'm at, let's the score
Your lyrics are a bore 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 smoke you, cess
Wanna Saint out? Well all of Killa Kore is backin'
Dissin' ya slackin', now it's attackin'
Our music's like a Ten, it goes boom
But you bumpin' sumthin' like you niggaz clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha is this shit?
Sounds like to me that you a pussy ass
Differences Bio Killaz, and Rage
We got fans, you don't, we rock, you blow, we on the page
Oh what nigga? Gon' me in the head?
back it tha fuck up chump, 'cause that's what you said
Now you're all questions, and bein' all nice
As you can tell I got no respect, to diss I think twice
Mutha fucka, now I'm challengin' you 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 shit then you wanna diss?
you can suck on my dick an' then choke on my fist
There a damn thing you could do to discourage me
Bitch can't you You can't fuck with me destiny
You better recognize you see a true emcee
Wigga please, you is a breeze
In ten years laugh when I look you in your eyes
You'll be as fuck, and servin' me my fries

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