Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS WHAT YOU WANT?)

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

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

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

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

[Joe
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie movie
Mismatch, Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz understand Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of ran through 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 Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna 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 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 was pregnant she was lightin reefer
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 believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin keeper

[Joe
Treat me like a big brother, fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, 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, when somethin the beans spray

Ortiz]
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 I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all and huggable
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't
Y'all stiff and worn out like a with old gear
And I goin nowhere
Producers I'm the best thing over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the packed
I be's in a zone, then I 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 it on fatigue
Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your game in the league
I'm old faces, niggaz took my style
Gotta steal my own back like O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your
ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
POW!