Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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

Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite
pages for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is
Bring that O backwards I'm dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, complected
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 drept it, iron
Think back, I invested, I it, I reflected
Think back, I was by God
I lead as I was directed
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 that hit rich quick shit, for that lick
For that Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark
Figures on my numbers niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I hit him
I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I wishin'
No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't
The home town homies hate my name, I ain't
I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I 'em
Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I 'em
I was chosen to this throne
I held my own, ever since I held 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, push a pack, cook a
be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!