Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS WHAT YOU WANT?)

Budden]
You're now hearin hip hop at it's
I'm just criminal
The Ed with the fine 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 your skin if you you past me

Budden]
It's we lions against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, lyin, the flow 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 still strong arm a nigga, Pete style (ow)

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

[Joe
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the like Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants
If you ain't to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
moolies, chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand
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 on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the with your hands, motherfucker

[Joell
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it hot
Listen to Hot 9, like what do got
that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they 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
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll a heater
I'm cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
Pants with the wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make last one of you guys believers
is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper

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

Ortiz]
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little or two
Get butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a with old gear
And I goin nowhere
Producers know I'm the thing over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the back

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