Luyện nghe bài hát John Blaze

My show like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no evidence,
Go ask my pre-school, talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to a No. 2 pencil

Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, Catholics,
In the school staircase, class, passin' my reefer
In my own class, operation return, tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to

The turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said, in dead presidents, I burn
bridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is that

I'm just the best, all violence to rest
Latin Kings, the blood los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, unite the
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a

My crew lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try, Now you know, you fucked up right?
Hah, you got no wins in my casa
Que te pasa, you even in my clasa

I hate a actor plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa favorite rapper
Grand college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out brain mineral

I reign subliminal inside visual
Try to supply your with my spiritual side of this lyrical
appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I still sh-sh-sh-shit on you

Soon as I chatter, you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it matter
I'm better than before, iller metaphors
bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, dead em all

J-J-J-John
Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing

Aiyyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess
And spit twelve at the driver's side of your Range
Six hit you, the six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and chains

Take that, not only can I flow I can aim
'Cause y'all niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, whenever I see I'ma test ya
Only I know that faggots respect pressure

Hardcore, like shit you get, out the yard for
'Kiss ain't the cops, but I niggaz up
You could me in my cell I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you let your dough show

Put your on the table
We could on cable
Y'all hot dog get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, Blazin'

My son out
(What)
Don't yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, the heat
In the dash, did some for some work, caught a gash

The blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, my words stronger than a Benz stall

Relentless, the consolidated
the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse
Killer sickness, Lex, large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains connect put on the Older God

Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge
Feelin' the rich, for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
Broke niggaz who got God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we Blazin', Don up in the line up

J-J-J-John
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, Blaze
Johnny Blaze, ain't a thing changed

It's mathematics, you gotta love us
'Cause Joey plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Enterprise, undisputed Dunn

I'm the slums where it's worse, bust with guns 'til it hurts
For fuckin' with my funds on the
And go to church a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster with my Cuban

Lucas with the cartridge, twenty
Run up on any block, any cop
to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, sixty-four bills a pop

I'm hot, who wanna get
I one in your knot and watch your whole fuckin' head turn
You best learn to parlay, had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John

Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, John
Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn changed

J-J-J-John
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, Blaze
Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed