Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

[Chorus -
me or you, or them or us
Lost to what, them things gon'
Ashes to ashes, and dust to
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 in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory

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

Sheah, the blaze of glory, history
Turn for me, my story is epic
in my blood, my story is metric
Bring O backwards 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 to stone
In any beef, drept it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I
back, I was requested by God
I shall as I was directed
to be king, I was selected a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the with arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya nigga!

I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for that lick
For quick Vick fucka, I ain't 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 ever tell the Malicious I livin'
The home town homies my name, I ain't trippin'
I retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to hold this
I held my own, ever I held 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 kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!