Luyện nghe bài hát Go To War

Rage
Didn't I tell ya it just gets betta. You. You know
Dis is funnier den hell. WAIT! I just thought of sumn.
Fuck you Dj Saint Sinner, you should be 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 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 bomb scare
You still hold a grudge when WAK departed
Every word that ya spittin' you seem more retarded
You you a thug, and you claim Tha CFG
Your lyrical is too far away to be
Called a rap artist, your but a joke
Soon as you get booed, ya ass choke
You think you make it somewhere? Well ya ass is outta
Ya CD was to me 'cause ya fuckin' ass suck
You try an' apologize when I about your lies
You try an' say I'm too scared to look you in the
Well you know I'm at, let's settle the score
Your are a bore muthafucka prepare for war

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

Mutha fucka, you ready to with the best?
You a joke foo, Ima smoke you, like
call Saint out? Well all of Killa Kore is backin'
Dissin' ya slackin', now it's warfare
Our like a Mack Ten, it goes boom
But when you bumpin' sumthin' like you clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha fuck is shit?
Sounds like to me you a pussy ass bitch
Differences between Bio Killaz, and
We got fans, you don't, we rock, you blow, we on the next
Oh what Gon' shoot me in the head?
Well back it tha fuck up chump, 'cause what you said
Now all askin' questions, and bein' all nice
As you can tell I got no respect, to I didn't think twice
Mutha fucka, now I'm challengin' you now
To battle rap the Bio Killaz and cry for a 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 an' then choke on my fist
There ain't a damn thing you could do to me
Bitch can't you see? You can't fuck me destiny
You better recognize when you see a emcee
please, dissin' you is a breeze
In ten years I'll laugh I look you in your eyes
You'll be broke as fuck, and servin' me my

Lies, all you speak, but we got the
Managers, shows, hoes, and tha Killa Kore deal
Everyone I to, all thirteen that heard your CD
Told me you suck, you'll never be me
CFG, ever since you us sayin' 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 your retaliation