Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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

Sheah, the blaze of glory, history
Turn pages for me, my story is
Hustle in my blood, my story is
Bring that O backwards I'm dyslexic
up mis-directed, dark complected
Sometimes no electric, it was
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got connected 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 lead as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a thing
the odds, the fire with arms
A tyrants evolved, the is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

I'm for that hit rich shit, for that quick lick
For that Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark
Figures on my these 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 tell the Malicious I ain't livin'
The town homies hate my name, I ain't trippin'
I retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I 'em
I was chosen to hold throne
I held my own, ever since I that zone
And served it, from all the I heard mama's curses
Now I put it in verses, it was it
let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!