Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS WHAT YOU WANT?)

[Joe
now hearin hip hop at it's finest
I'm criminal minded
The Ed Hardy 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 if you feel you past me

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

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

Budden]
Hold up dog, these ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
Metal spit, 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants
If you ain't fair to me, then your camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand
moolies, chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, he Sam Bowie
And I to blow a homie on your mans
You Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

[Joell
I was in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
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 they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin I'm a cheater (why?)
The heavy, your's light like 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 cool and rough, hoody matchin 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
AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day)
Can't call me, dick in the mouth, like Ray J
like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
Heat up like Jean Grae, when somethin with the beans

[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 all soft and huggable
Y'all with a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a with old gear
And I ain't nowhere
Producers I'm the best thing over those snares
But you whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers

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