Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

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

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

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

Ortiz]
The inserts of your album put my out
That sweeter than the lip on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your couch
I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin out

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

Ortiz]
I was really in the with the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it hot
Listen to Hot 9, like do they got
that I don't, a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
The heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a
I'm just cool and rough, hoody my Adidas
Pants with the permanent like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's

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

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

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