Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

[Joe
You're now hearin hip hop at finest
I'm just minded
The Ed with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no to rewind it

[Joell
Me, I'm fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic
Got 'em all sick is vomit?
Ew you
Man smack your skin if you feel you past me

[Joe
It's like we against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass
I'm on the beat like POW
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a now
This ain't radio, see I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda (ow)

[Joell
The inserts of your album put my out
That sweeter than the lip gloss on mouth
sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin out

Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like (oh)
I my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, your whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of command's ran me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand
Can't do me, grant to me, a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, he Sam Bowie
And I hate to a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, box the Tommy with your 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 they hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a (why?)
The flow heavy, your's like a slice of pita (haha)
When was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles I am Ian Eagle
I will make every last one of you guys
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin keeper

Budden]
Treat me a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, to (Dre Day)
call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
They like Steve up against the stringray
Heat up like Jean Grae, when with the beans spray

[Joell
Uh, a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a (haha)
Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr.
Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable
Y'all dealin a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old
And I ain't nowhere
Producers know I'm the best over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers

[Joe
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 Greg Oden, injured your first game in the league
I'm spendin old faces, took my style
Gotta my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle OW!
POW!