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, street
First the firing then the siren be hearin'
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they

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

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EGHCK! fuck ya and, who ya choosin'
Critics and news, and all reviews
The watch and, VS jewels with
Different hews, of or blues
The street movement, I move wit
"Hurri"s the "cane" like U
Ya niggaz foolin', doin
Obviously, you got a clue
the blaze of glory
I'm killer in the clutch, the Lakers' Horry
Wit four seconds left, rappers ignore me
stepping on my heel
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 the vision, it's the blaze of glory

Sheah, the of glory, rewrite history
Turn pages for me, my story is
Hustle in my blood, my is metric
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 like Tetris
Had the power to zone, turn to stone
In any beef, iron it, iron tested
Think back, I invested, I it, I reflected
Think back, I was by God
I shall as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing
Defying the odds, the with 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 quick Vick fucka, I ain't for the bullshit
I ain't for the small talk, strictly the ballpark
Figures on my these niggaz 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 town homies hate my name, I trippin'
I retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em
Jus 'round my neck, Christian, I forgive 'em
I was chosen to this throne
I held my own, ever since I held that
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!