Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes show like regiments, military
Murder game, I no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, cuttin class, my reefer
In my own class, return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to
The turned now, got my own label 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 the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner wisdom, to help teach a prison

Two: Big Punisher

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

Chorus: scratches by DJ

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

Three: 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 other six, up in your
Mafia style, leave you with your and your chains
Take that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock up
You could meet me in my cell I soak and sock up
Far as the go, you could let your dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on
Y'all hot dog niggaz get
Fuck around Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

Four: Raekwon

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

Verse Fat Joe

It's simple mathematics, you love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I Pun
Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the
And go to church like a
Discuss your death shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas the cartridge, twenty shot
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 one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a day
Fuck around with the Don and get Blazed

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