Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes like regiments, military intelligence
game, I leave 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, grabbin teachers, Catholics,
In the staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, tried to say
I was incompetent, not to learn
The turned now, got my own label to earn
that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin
I'm the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help a prison

Verse Two: Big

My crew puff lye, anyone the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my
Hit the basa, you ain't in my clasa
I hate a that plays a rapper
I'm Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to out your brain mineral
I subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no you
Even if I I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death it didn't matter
I'm even better before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, one verse, dead em all

scratches by DJ Spinbad

J-J-J-John
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, John
"Johnny ain't a damn thing changed!" --> Method Man

Verse Jadakiss

Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess
and spit twelve at the driver's side of your Range
Six hit you, the six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I I can aim
cause misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma ya
Only cause I know that faggots pressure
Hardcore, shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I niggaz up
You could me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let dough show
Put your on the table, we could battle on cable
hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, Blazin

Four: Raekwon

My son out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the
in the dash, did dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like
This is raw, raw like fuck kid,
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger a Benz stall
Relentless, the consolidated
with the quickness, up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, large, gold cards
the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, why
niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we Blazin, Don up in the line up

Verse Fat Joe

It's mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead
when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, Dunn
I'm the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for with my funds on the first
And go to like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban
Lucas the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, any cop
to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin turn
You learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
around with the Don and get John Blazed

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