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
down from my talk to my walkin'
Heads out to please the Christopher Walken

A city with fly with bad ass Latinas
Got heads on this side, bitin' still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never great
Demonstrate the speech from your birth
You can't disgraced by false handshakes

These punk rap,
Talk our back but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads 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
in California actin' NYC
Influence is golden but mics is holdin'
I roll with the oath to spit never stolen

It us out the mix shows and tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the
For DJs who play this, the get propers
But most even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus

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

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

be the one semi-flossin'
With mega self-respect but to go with that
'Cause employed 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, you're bad names
Bra change your views, I'm clues
Strangest news you're about to
Blame them who got the tools

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

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

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

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

But I my style with the golden state
While you're holdin' hate, a whole weight
Now much respect to the
But once walked in these boots
Doin' a format like that is so

You're a dormant, doormat, a whores hat
With a horrible of what you consider great
that's only a bite, your eyes 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 we'll be risin' into the light
(That's right, right)

I am not from New York
I am not from New York

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

Bitch, we down the mic and put you rhymes in a choke hold
I'm a pro, bro, fresh ain't a problem so, Legends' got skills
we're 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

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

Make it a part of this world, make your on this earth
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 that shine in our

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

Stranger,