Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

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

A with fly lingo with bad ass Latinas
Got heads on side, bitin' styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never great
Demonstrate the speech from your place
You can't race disgraced by false

These rap, dudes
Talk behind our but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads 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 golden but when is holdin'
I roll the oath to spit what's never stolen

It keeps us out the mix shows and tape decks of
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 hand, you didn't feel it
Did it for the cap but should have like I'd peel it
Now I'm in the skillet on the in the back
Caught between the bump and the motherfuckin' boom 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
Bound to be the link
For those who wanna me at the crossin'

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

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

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

I a renaissance
Renovatin' creativeness on this of the coast
Self-hatred, radio
They play their while they brag and they boast

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

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

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

You're a dormant, doormat, wearin' a 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 be risin' into the light
(That's right, right)
When you into the darkness we'll be risin' into the light
(That's right, right)

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

I'm anti but I'm not
You can feel it my soul
My through my vocals
How the fuck they got
Man, niggas 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 we're always and involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them 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 respect and proceed
They say if you succeed try, try again
My friend, ya must make words within the beat then

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

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

Stranger,