Luyện nghe bài hát Blaze of Glory (Clipse)

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

- 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 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! ya crews and, who ya choosin'
Critics and news, and all reviews
The watch and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of rogues or
The street movement, that I wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" like U
Ya foolin', whatcha doin
Obviously, you got a clue
It's the of glory
I'm killer in the clutch, the Lakers' Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers can't me
Quit on my heel
You fuckers riding my flow, like I'm your wheels, ugh!
Mind over matter, SL
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, rewrite
pages for me, my story is epic
Hustle in my blood, my story is
Bring that O backwards I'm feeling
up mis-directed, dark 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, powder 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 lead as I was
Demand to be king, I was a menacing thing
Defying the odds, the fire arms
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya nigga!

I'm for hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick
For that Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the
Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all
Niggaz is missin', out on life, I hit him
I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't
No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't
The home town homies hate my name, I 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 held that
And served it, from all the days I heard mama's
Now I put it in verses, it was it
Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, a crack
Whatever be the plate, get the bank, uh!