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 finest
I'm just 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 rap's
Got 'em all sick is that
Ew you
Man I'll your skin if you feel you past me

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

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

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

[Joell
I was really in the lobby the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it hot
to Hot 9, like what do they got
that I don't, With a blindfold I see they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm like I'm a cheater (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of (haha)
moms 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 matchin my
Pants with the permanent like I am Ian Eagle
I make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin keeper

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

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

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 old faces, niggaz took my style
steal my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the of the rifle like OW!
POW!