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 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 muthafuckin
This is war!

You wanna call my name out then you say you're
Damn right you're sorry, I'll ya callin' for ya mommy
Killaz comin' for a lyrical warfare
Bitch you better this ain't no fuckin' bomb scare
You hold a grudge from when WAK departed
Every word that ya spittin' make you more retarded
You you a thug, and you claim 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 think you make it somewhere? ya ass is outta luck
Ya CD was givin' to me 'cause ya ass suck
You try an' when I hear about your lies
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)

fucka, you ready to contest with the best?
You a joke foo, Ima you, like cess
Wanna call Saint Well all of Killa Kore 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 clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha fuck is shit?
like to me that you a pussy ass bitch
Differences between Bio Killaz, and
We got fans, you don't, we rock, you blow, we on the page
Oh what nigga? shoot me in the head?
Well back it tha fuck up chump, 'cause that's 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 rap the Bio Killaz and cry for a whole crowd

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

You wanna spit wack shit then you wanna diss?
Well you can suck on my dick an' then on my fist
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 when you see a emcee
Wigga please, you is a breeze
In ten I'll laugh when I look you in your eyes
You'll be broke as fuck, and me my fries

Lies, all you speak, but we got the
Managers, shows, hoes, and tha whole Killa deal
Everyone I to, all thirteen that heard your CD
me you fuckin' suck, you'll never be me
CFG, ever since you heard us it
You playin' 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