Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS WHAT YOU WANT?)

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

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

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

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

Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons predicates, hands castle delicate
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, then your camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of command's ran me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand
do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, he Sam Bowie
And I to blow a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grands 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 they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm like I'm a cheater (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light a slice of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody my Adidas
Pants with the wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, my word, I'm playin timer's keeper

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

[Joell
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little or two
Get some butt, then out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and
dealin with a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet old gear
And I ain't goin
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 back

Budden]
Hold up Joell, the (Ether's)
See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the 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
Gotta steal my own shit back O.J. did
Might you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With on the nose of the rifle like OW!
POW!