Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

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

Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm hymelic
Got 'em all sick is vomit?
Ew you
Man I'll smack your skin if you you past me

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

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

Budden]
Hold up dog, these ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the 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) Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

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

[Joe
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, in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the
Heat up like Jean Grae, somethin with the beans spray

[Joell
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a puff 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
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet old gear
And I ain't nowhere
Producers know I'm the 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 back

[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 spendin old faces, niggaz my style
Gotta steal my own shit back O.J. did
Might size you and spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle OW!
POW!