Luyện nghe bài hát Go To War

Rage
Didn't I tell ya it just betta. You. You know sumn?
Dis shit is den hell. WAIT! I just thought of sumn.
Fuck you Dj Sinner, you should 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
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 back for a lyrical warfare
Bitch you better beware this ain't no fuckin' scare
You still a grudge from when WAK departed
Every word that ya spittin' make you more retarded
You you a thug, and you claim Tha CFG
Your lyrical is too far away to be
a rap artist, your nuthin' but a joke
Soon as you get booed, ya ass choke
You think you make it Well ya ass is outta luck
Ya CD was to me 'cause ya fuckin' ass suck
You try an' apologize when I hear your lies
You try an' say I'm too to look 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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fucka, you ready to contest with the best?
You a joke foo, Ima smoke you, cess
Wanna call Saint out? all of Killa Kore is backin'
Dissin' ya slackin', now it's warfare
Our music's like a Mack Ten, it boom
But you bumpin' sumthin' like you niggaz clear tha room
You say 'sorry' after a diss, what tha fuck is 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 next
Oh what nigga? Gon' shoot me in the
Well back it tha fuck up chump, 'cause what you said
Now you're all questions, and bein' all nice
As you can tell I got no respect, to diss I didn't think
Mutha fucka, now I'm challengin' you now
To battle rap the Bio Killaz and cry for a whole

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You wanna spit that wack shit then you diss?
you can suck on my dick an' then choke on my fist
There ain't a damn thing you do to discourage me
Bitch can't you see? You can't fuck me destiny
You better recognize you see a true emcee
please, dissin' you is a breeze
In ten years I'll laugh when I look you in your
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 to, all thirteen that heard your CD
Told me you fuckin' suck, you'll 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 your diss