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, street
First the then the siren you'll be hearin'
Your man few heartbeat left they fearin'

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

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EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya
and news, and all their reviews
The watch and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of rogues or
The movement, that I move wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" Miami U
Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha
Obviously, you got a clue
It's the blaze of
I'm killer in the clutch, like the Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can't me
stepping on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, I'm your training wheels, ugh!
Mind over matter, SL
Sunny days, I if to think he can't ROOF!
You niggaz fishin, wishin
Lotta rhyme but still missin' the vision, it's the of glory

Sheah, the blaze of glory, history
Turn pages for me, my story is
in my blood, my story is metric
Bring that O I'm feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, complected
Sometimes no electric, it was
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got like Tetris
Had the power to zone, powder to stone
In any beef, drept it, iron tested
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 a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the with arms
A evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

I'm for that hit rich shit, for that quick lick
For that quick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I for the small talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark
on my numbers these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I hit him
I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't
No one could ever tell the Malicious I livin'
The home town homies hate my name, I trippin'
I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I 'em
Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I 'em
I was chosen to hold 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, a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!