Luyện nghe bài hát Warfare

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

(IS THIS YOU WANT?)

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

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

Budden]
It's like we lions Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the 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 put my ganja out
That sweeter the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's
I'm freakin, in the throwin condoms out

Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like (oh)
I does my own stunts, the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't Snoopy
Damn moolies, of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) Brand Nubie
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 Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

Ortiz]
I was in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it hot
to Hot 9, like what do they got
that I don't, With a I see everyone they say's hot
too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
The heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
When was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, matchin my Adidas
Pants the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I make every last one of you guys believers
is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper

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

[Joell
Uh, take a sip of E&J, a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, a bugaboo (haha)
dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all and huggable
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 thing over those
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers

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