Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

[DJ On
Warfare, featuring Ortiz [echo]
(J.O., J.O.)

(IS WHAT YOU WANT?)

Budden]
You're now hearin hip hop at it's
I'm criminal minded
The Ed Hardy the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to it

Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringin air back, I'm rap's hymelic
Got 'em all is that vomit?
Ew you
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you me

Budden]
It's like we against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, lyin, the flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat Contra POW
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a now
ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
But still arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow)

[Joell
The inserts of album put my ganja out
That sweeter the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's
I'm freakin, in the throwin condoms out

Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan
Mismatch, belt but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't Snoopy
Damn moolies, of command's ran through me
You and man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with hands, motherfucker

[Joell
I was really in the lobby with the tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it hot
Listen to Hot 9, what do they got
that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light like a of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll a heater
I'm just cool and rough, matchin my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles I am Ian Eagle
I will every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm timer's keeper

[Joe
me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, to (Dre Day)
Can't call me, dick in the mouth, like Ray J
They Steve Irwin up against the stringray
Heat up like Jean Grae, when somethin with the spray

Ortiz]
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a puff or two
Get some butt, then out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
Weak dressers, in the I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all and huggable
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't
Y'all stiff and worn out a closet with old gear
And I ain't goin
Producers know I'm the best over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the packed
I be's in a zone, I give the speakers back

Budden]
Hold up Joell, the (Ether's)
See I'm rap's Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back
So it on fatigue
Have you like Oden, injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin old faces, took my style
Gotta steal my own shit like O.J. did
size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle OW!
POW!