Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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

Sheah, the of glory, rewrite history
Turn pages for me, my is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is
that O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic
Grew up mis-directed, dark
no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got connected like
Had the to zone, turn powder to stone
In any beef, drept it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I
back, I was requested 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 tyrant is on, so run for ya nigga!

I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for quick lick
For that quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the
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 sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't
No one could ever tell the I ain't livin'
The home town hate 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 hold throne
I held my own, ever since I held that
And served it, from all the I heard mama's curses
Now I put it in verses, it was it
Don't let it kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!