Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

I know the music came from, I not a lame, dumb, dumb
is respected but still we choose to come
Original from my talk to my walkin'
Heads out to the king Christopher Walken

A city with fly lingo with bad ass
Got heads on this side, bitin' styles still
Unless you assimilate you considered great
Demonstrate the speech from your birth
You can't race disgraced by handshakes

These rap, dudes
Talk behind our but they don't want the feud
A few of seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say what's up in the club, what the fuck

up, bitch, you dis because you can't see
Born in actin' NYC
Influence is golden but mics is holdin'
I roll with the oath to what's never stolen

It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the
For DJs who play this, the bravest get
But most won't even touch this we sign to Rawkus

I met you twice before and shook hand, you didn't feel it
Did it for the cap but should have acted I'd peel it
Now I'm in the on the burner in the back
between the trunk bump and the motherfuckin' boom bag

Bring the tune back, craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass the reason that I'm not hot
But I got a fever, three for every CD
Bound to be the missin'
For those who wanna me at the crossin'

be the one semi-flossin'
With mega self-respect but avoid to go with
'Cause employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
Who says too credit? Bet it isn't the plan

Freak of nature, I'm the stranger, you're bad names
Bra change views, I'm givin' clues
Strangest news you're about to
Blame them who got the tools

I'd never consider out
When it comes to the coast I'm on
Hell, if I switch up the weather
To fit what these fellas are on

I a renaissance
Renovatin' on this side of the coast
Self-hatred, stations
They play their shit they brag and they boast

It's not about toe taggin' with a rag and a
It's all about respect caught in the middle without a
Legendary, here to battle the fallacy
to put it down with my crew

Actually I'm open to any option, belly floppin'
Over a copy of a Primo track, that's a fact
Action taken by middlemen while you fiddle pens and pronouns
Tryin' to pronounce like pro-eastern affiliate

But I my style with the golden state
While you're holdin' hate, claimin' a whole
Now much respect to the
But you've walked in these boots
Doin' a format that is so fake

You're a dormant, doormat, a whores hat
a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When only a bite, your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So you plummet into the darkness we'll be risin' into the light
(That's right, right)
When you plummet into the darkness we'll be into the light
(That's right, right)

I am not New York [Incomprehensible]
I am not from New York

I'm but I'm not anti-social
You can feel it my soul
My through my vocals
How the fuck they got
Man, them only local

Bitch, we chase down the mic and put you in a choke hold
I'm a pro, bro, comin' ain't a problem so, Legends' got skills
'Cause always evolvin' and involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the on its axis
And payin' no taxes, man

Firm in my shoes where I stand, not a stranger to this
With my choice of I gain respect and proceed
They say if you don't succeed try, try
My friend, ya must make blend within the beat then

Make it a part of this world, make mark on this earth
For what worth, evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who
At the talent and the balance shine in our work

The suckas love to hate us and girls love to flirt
Stranger to the under ground, ya dug the dirt
True we up fool and it hurts to be you
Still tryin' to like them, just to make it through

Stranger,