Luyện nghe bài hát Go To War

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

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Eh, you there, get in line.
You this is a muthafuckin 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 comin' back for a warfare
Bitch you better beware ain't no fuckin' bomb scare
You still hold a grudge from WAK departed
Every word that ya make you seem more retarded
You claimin' you a thug, and you Tha CFG
lyrical skill is too far away to be
Called a rap artist, your but a joke
as you get booed, ya fuckin' ass choke
You you make it somewhere? Well ya ass is outta luck
Ya CD was to me 'cause ya fuckin' ass suck
You try an' apologize when I hear about your
You try an' say I'm too scared to you in the eyes
Well you know where I'm at, 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 ready to contest with the
You a joke foo, Ima smoke you, like
Wanna call Saint out? Well all of Killa is backin'
ya slackin', now it's warfare attackin'
Our music's a Mack Ten, it goes boom
But when you bumpin' sumthin' like you niggaz tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha fuck is this
Sounds like to me that you a ass bitch
between 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?
Well back it tha up chump, 'cause that's what you said
Now you're all askin' questions, and 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 Killaz and cry for a whole

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

You wanna spit that wack shit you wanna diss?
Well you can suck on my an' then choke on my fist
There ain't a thing you could do to discourage me
Bitch can't you see? You can't with me destiny
You better when you see a true emcee
Wigga please, you is a breeze
In ten years laugh 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
Everyone I talk to, all thirteen heard your CD
Told me you suck, you'll never be me
CFG, ever since you heard us it
You fuckin' playin' it, and now ya bitch ass is it
Get ya own shit, and get off a few
Oh and by the way we look forward to retaliation diss