Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya
Critics and news, and all reviews
The watch and, VS jewels with
hews, of rogues or blues
The street movement, that I wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" like U
Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha
Obviously, you got a clue
It's the of glory
I'm killer in the clutch, like the Lakers'
Wit four seconds left, rappers can't me
Quit stepping on my
You riding my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh!
over matter, SL blacker
Sunny days, I 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
Turn for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my is metric
Bring O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, complected
no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got connected Tetris
Had the to zone, turn 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 selected a thing
Defying the odds, the fire arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya nigga!

I'm for that hit rich shit, for that quick lick
For that quick Vick fucka, I for the bullshit
I ain't for the small talk, strictly the ballpark
on my numbers these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I hit him
I ain't 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'
No one could tell the Malicious I ain't livin'
The home town homies my name, I ain't trippin'
I retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to this throne
I held my own, ever since I held that
And it, from 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
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!