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'
First the then the siren you'll be hearin'
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they

- Pharrell]
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"
the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory
The blaze of glory, the of glory
You come in for these niggaz, the blaze of glory

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

Sheah, the of glory, rewrite history
Turn for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my is metric
Bring that O backwards I'm feeling
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, turn powder to
In any beef, iron drept it, iron
back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was by God
I shall as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing
the odds, the fire with arms
A evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga!

I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for quick lick
For that Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the small talk, strictly the ballpark
Figures on my numbers these is all talk
is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him
I sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin'
No one could ever the Malicious I ain't livin'
The home homies hate my name, I ain't trippin'
I don't retaliate, I hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I 'em
I was chosen to hold throne
I held my own, ever since I that zone
And it, from 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!