Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

I where the music came from, I not a lame, dumb, dumb
Origin is but still we choose to come
Original down from my talk to my
Heads out to the king Christopher Walken

A city with fly lingo with bad ass
Got heads on this side, styles still unequal
Unless you you never considered great
Demonstrate the speech from your place
You can't race disgraced by handshakes

punk rap, dudes
Talk behind our back but they want the feud
A few of them the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say up in the club, what the fuck whore?

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

It keeps us out the mix and tape decks of 64's
we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who this, the bravest get propers
But most won't even 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 I'd peel it
Now I'm in the skillet on the burner in the
Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfuckin' bag

the tune back, you're craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass that's the that I'm not hot
But I got a fever, three 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 he's to act like he doesn't see the free man
Who too much credit? Bet it isn't the plan

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

I'd never consider out
When it to the coast I'm dwellin' on
Hell, if I ever switch up the
To fit these other fellas are on

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

not about toe taggin' 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 with my crew

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

But I affiliate my style the golden state
While holdin' hate, claimin' a whole weight
Now respect to the roots
But once you've walked in these
Doin' a format like that is so

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

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

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 hold
I'm a pro, bro, comin' fresh 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 neva no taxes, man

Firm in my where I stand, not a stranger to this land
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 then

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

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

Stranger,