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 few heartbeat left they fearin'

[Chorus -
me or you, or them or us
Lost to what, them gon' bust
to ashes, and dust to dust
I the land, "In God We Trust" nigga
It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of
You come in here for these niggaz, the of glory
The blaze of glory, the of glory
You in here 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
Different hews, of rogues or
The movement, that I move wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" Miami U
Ya foolin', whatcha doin
Obviously, you got a clue
the blaze of glory
I'm in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can't me
stepping on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, like I'm training wheels, ugh!
Mind matter, SL blacker
Sunny days, I might if to he can't ROOF!
You niggaz fishin, well
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
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 connected Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn powder to
In any beef, iron drept it, tested
back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was by God
I lead as I was directed
to be king, I was selected 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 ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the
Figures on my these niggaz is all talk
is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him
I sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'
No one ever tell the Malicious I ain't livin'
The home town homies hate my name, I trippin'
I don't retaliate, I hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I 'em
I was chosen to this throne
I held my own, ever since I that zone
And served it, from all the days I heard curses
Now I put it in verses, it was it
Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, a crack
be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!