Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

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

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

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

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

[Joe
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands delicate
Metal spit, 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt but the pants Louie
If you ain't to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when didn't understand 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 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 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
Listen to Hot 9, what do they got
that I don't, a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a (why?)
The flow heavy, light like a slice of pita (haha)
moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of I'll write a heater
I'm cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
Pants the permanent wrinkles 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 keeper

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

Ortiz]
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, a bugaboo (haha)
Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr.
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and
Y'all dealin a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out a closet with old gear
And I ain't nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing 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 Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the is back
So blame it on
Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first in the league
I'm old faces, niggaz took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have go in your house
ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
POW!