Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

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

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

Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite
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, complected
no electric, it was hectic
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected,
At sixteen, I got connected like
Had the power to zone, turn to stone
In any beef, iron it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I
Think back, I was by God
I shall as I was directed
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 quick shit, for that lick
For that quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the
I ain't for the small talk, strictly the ballpark
Figures on my 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 the Malicious I ain't livin'
The home town homies hate my name, I ain't
I don't retaliate, I hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to hold this
I held my own, ever since I held zone
And it, from all the days I heard mama's curses
Now I put it in verses, it was it
let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!