Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence --
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, grabbin teachers, Catholics,
In the staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to
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, is dissin that
I'm just the best, all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the
to fight inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison

Verse Two: Big

My puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you got no wins in my casa
Hit the basa, you even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a
I'm Terror beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain
I reign subliminal inside your
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual of this lyrical
appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it matter
I'm even than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, one verse, dead em all

Chorus: by DJ Spinbad

J-J-J-John
Bla-Blaze
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 door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your
Mafia style, leave you with watch and your chains
Take heed that, not can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor niggaz stand the reign
Better believe that, I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I 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 get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that from The Lox, John Blazin

Four: Raekwon

My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the out
run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer
Lex, imagination large, cards
Beat the bogus squad brains connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, collar
Feelin the rich, work for dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got God, sign em up
the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up

Verse Fat Joe

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

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