Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

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

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

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

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

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

Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take
In the hallway, all day, is or it hot
Listen to Hot 9, like 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 a slice of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin
why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, matchin my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian
I will make every last one of you guys
Dudes is all lost, my word, I'm playin timer's keeper

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

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

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