Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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EGHCK! fuck ya and, who ya choosin'
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', doin
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 fuckers riding my flow, 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 still missin' the vision, it's the of glory

Sheah, the blaze of glory, history
pages for me, my story 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 Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn to stone
In any beef, iron it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I it, I reflected
back, I was requested by God
I shall lead as I was
Demand to be king, I was a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the fire 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
Figures on my these niggaz is all talk
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I hit him
I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I wishin'
No one could ever tell the I ain't livin'
The home town homies hate my name, I trippin'
I don't retaliate, I hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to this throne
I held my own, ever since I that 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 kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!