Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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

Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite
Turn for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my is metric
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, powder to stone
In any beef, iron drept it, 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 selected a menacing
the odds, the fire with arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya nigga!

I'm for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick
For quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark
Figures on my numbers these 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 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 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
be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh!