Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

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

A with fly lingo with bad ass Latinas
Got heads on this side, bitin' still unequal
Unless you assimilate you considered great
Demonstrate the speech from your place
You can't disgraced by false handshakes

These punk rap,
behind our back 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 whore?

Listen up, bitch, you dis because you see
Born in actin' NYC
Influence is but when mics is holdin'
I roll with the oath to spit never stolen

It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of
Because we in the middle, we to the riddle
For DJs who play this, the get propers
But most even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus

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

Bring the tune back, you're craps in the shop
Thermometer up ass that's the reason that I'm not hot
But I got a fever, times for every CD
to be the missin' link
For those who wanna meet me at the

I'll be the one
mega self-respect but avoid to go with that
'Cause employed to act like he doesn't see the free man
Who says too much credit? Bet it isn't the

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're a dormant, doormat, a whores hat
a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When that's only a bite, your 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 risin' the light
(That's right, right)

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

I'm anti but I'm not
You can feel it through my
My presence my vocals
How the fuck got fans?
Man, them only local

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

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

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

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

Stranger,