Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

Nigga, put down ya beer and - up ya chair 'n
A lot of clak up, up, street clearin'
First the then the siren you'll be hearin'
Your man gotta few heartbeat they fearin'

[Chorus -
It's me or you, or or us
Lost to what, them things gon'
Ashes to ashes, and to dust
I clear the land, "In God We Trust"
It's the of glory, the blaze of glory
You in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory
The blaze of glory, the blaze of
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of

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EGHCK! ya crews and, who ya choosin'
Critics and news, and all reviews
The jeweled and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of or blues
The street movement, I move wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" Miami U
Ya foolin', whatcha doin
Obviously, you ain't got a
the blaze of glory
I'm in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers ignore me
stepping on my heel
You fuckers my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh!
Mind matter, SL blacker
days, I might if to think he can't ROOF!
You niggaz fishin, wishin
Lotta rhyme but missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory

Sheah, the of glory, rewrite history
pages for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is
Bring that O I'm feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, dark
Sometimes no electric, it was
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got connected like
Had the power to zone, powder to stone
In any beef, iron it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I
back, I was requested by God
I shall as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a thing
Defying the odds, the with arms
A tyrants evolved, the is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

I'm for hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick
For that Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the
Figures on my these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I hit him
I ain't sittin thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'
No one could ever tell the Malicious I livin'
The home town homies hate my name, I trippin'
I don't retaliate, I hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to hold this
I held my own, since I held that zone
And served it, all the days I heard mama's curses
Now I put it in verses, it was it
Don't let it hurt kid, a pack, cook a crack
be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!