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'
the firing then the siren you'll be hearin'
Your man gotta few heartbeat left fearin'

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

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

Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite
Turn pages for me, my is epic
Hustle in my blood, my is metric
Bring that O I'm feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, dark
no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got like Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn to stone
In any beef, iron drept it, iron
back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was by God
I shall lead as I was
Demand to be king, I was a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the fire 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 for the small talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark
Figures on my numbers niggaz is all talk
is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him
I ain't 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'
No one could ever tell the I ain't livin'
The home town hate my name, I ain't trippin'
I don't retaliate, I hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I 'em
I was chosen to hold this
I held my own, since I held that zone
And served it, from all the days I mama's curses
Now I put it in verses, it was it
Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a
be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!