Luyện nghe bài hát War Games

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

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

These rap, dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't 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 you can't see
Born in California NYC
Influence is golden but mics is holdin'
I roll with the oath to spit never stolen

It keeps us out the mix shows and tape of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the
For DJs who this, the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this 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 like 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, you're craps in the shop
Thermometer up ass that's the reason 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
With self-respect but avoid to go with 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, you're bad names
Bra change views, I'm givin' clues
news you're about to lose
Blame them who got the tools

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

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

It's not about toe taggin' with a rag and a
It's all about respect in the middle without a clue
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 you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Tryin' to pronounce like your pro-eastern

But I affiliate my with the golden state
While you're holdin' hate, claimin' a weight
Now much to the roots
But once you've in these boots
a format like that is so fake

You're a dormant, doormat, wearin' a hat
With a horrible of what you consider great
When that's only a bite, your eyes are bigger than your
So when you plummet into the darkness we'll be 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 York
I am not from New York

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

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

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

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

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
tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through

Stranger,