Luyện nghe bài hát John Blaze

My stripes like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre school, even talk to my old
tell you how you I used to pack a no. 2 pencil

Stabbin' students, teachers, catholics, preachers
In the staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they to say
I was incompetent, not to learn

The table turned now, got my own to earn
Like that nigga said in, Dead Presidents, to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, nas is the vet
the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin' that

I'm just the best, puttin' all to rest
Latin Kings the blood Los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help a prison

My crew puff lye, test the Pun must die
Just give me one try, now you you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you even in my clasa

I a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite
imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out brain mineral

I reign inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual of this lyrical
I'll appear in dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still on you

Soon as I chitter chatter you shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it matter
I'm even better than before, metaphors
bet it all on Pun, 'cause one verse, dead 'em all

J-j-john
Blaze
J-j-john
Johnny Blaze a damn thing changed

Aiyo, my attitude is subject to change, I around
And spit twelve at the driver's side of your range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your
Mafia style, you with your watch and your chains

Take that, not only can I flow I can aim
y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all test ya
Only 'cause I know that fagots pressure

Hardcore, like you get, kicked out the yard for
ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock up
Far as the flow go, you let your dough show

Put your money on the table, we could on cable
Y'all hot dog niggaz get
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, Blazin

My son cool out beef yo, throw the tool out
(What)
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap work, make 'em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, the heat
In the dash, did some dirt for work, caught a gash

The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker
Strike me out God, stackin' up joints, rack 'em like
is raw, raw like fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words than a Benz stall

Relentless, the anthology
With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, sickness
Lex, imagination large, cards
Beat the bogus squad brains connect put on the older God

Specialist, iciclist, collar
the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
Broke niggaz who got heart God, 'em up
Start the wind up, we Blazin', Don up in the line up

Blaze
J-j-john
J-j-john
Johnny ain't a damn thing changed

simple mathematics, you gotta love us
'Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a dead motherfuckers
Just you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn

I'm from the slums where it's worse, with guns 'til it hurts
For fuckin' with my on the first
And go to like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my partners

Lucas with the cartridge, twenty
Run up on any block, any cop
to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five bills a pop

I'm hot, who wanna get
I fire one in your and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
You best to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around the Don and get John Blazed

Blaze
J-j-john
Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing

Blaze
J-j-john
Blaze ain't a damn thing changed