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 you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics,
In the school staircase, class, passin my reefer
In my own class, return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not to learn
The table turned now, got my own to earn
Like that said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all to rest
between Latin the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a

Verse Big Punisher

My crew puff lye, anyone the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you fucked up right?'
Hah, you got no wins in my casa
Hit the basa, you even in my clasa
I a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa 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 physical with my side of this lyrical
I'll in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would 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 death it didn't matter
I'm even than before, iller metaphors
bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all

Chorus: by DJ Spinbad

Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, Blaze
"Johnny Blaze a damn thing changed!" --> Method Man

Three: Jadakiss

Aiyyo my is subject to change, I mess around
and spit twelve at the driver's door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in dame
Mafia style, leave you your watch and your chains
heed that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all niggaz can't stand the reign
believe that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know that respect pressure
Hardcore, shit you get, kicked out the yard for
'Kiss the cops, but I lock niggaz 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 battle on cable
Y'all hot dog get nathans
around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

Verse Four:

My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap work, make em move out
hash, hands is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did dirt for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid,
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a stall
Relentless, the consolidated
the quickness, dress 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
the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke who got heart God, sign em up
Start the up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up

Verse Fat Joe

It's simple mathematics, you gotta us
Cause Joey Crack gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed
I'm from the where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for with my funds on the first
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
Used to run spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch your fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a day
around with the Don and get John Blazed

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