Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

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

A city with fly lingo bad ass Latinas
Got heads on side, bitin' styles still unequal
Unless you you never considered great
Demonstrate the from your birth place
You race disgraced by false handshakes

punk rap, dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't the feud
A few of them seen the ads helped us pay for
Now they say what's up in the club, the fuck whore?

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

It keeps us out the mix shows and tape of 64's
we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this, the get propers
But most won't even touch unless we sign to Rawkus

I met you twice before and shook your hand, you feel it
Did it for the cap but should have like I'd peel it
Now I'm in the on the burner in the back
Caught between the trunk and the motherfuckin' boom bag

Bring the tune back, you're craps in the chop
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 meet me at the

be the one semi-flossin'
With mega self-respect but avoid to go with
'Cause he's employed to act like he see the free man
Who says too much credit? Bet it the plan

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

I'd never consider out
it comes to the coast I'm dwellin' on
Hell, if I ever up the weather
To fit what other fellas are on

I cause a
Renovatin' creativeness on this side of the
Self-hatred, radio
They play their shit they brag and they boast

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

Actually I'm open to any option, except floppin'
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, a fact
Action taken by middlemen while you with pens and pronouns
Tryin' to pronounce like your pro-eastern

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

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

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

I'm but I'm not anti-social
You can it through my soul
My presence through my
How the fuck got fans?
Man, niggas only local

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

in my shoes where I stand, not a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect and
They say if you succeed try, try again
My friend, ya must make words blend the beat then

Make it a of this world, make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth, the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the bi-coastal who smirk
At the and the balance that shine in our work

The love to hate us and these girls love to flirt
to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt
True we blowin' up fool and it to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them, to make it through

Stranger,