Luyện nghe bài hát John Blaze

My stripes show like regiments, military
game, I leave no evidence, credentials
Go ask my pre school, even to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a no. 2

students, grabbin' teachers, catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, class, passin' my reefer
In my own class, return, they tried to say
I was incompetent, not to learn

The table now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga said in, Presidents, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, is dissin' that

I'm just the best, puttin' all to rest
Latin Kings the blood Los sangres, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, the system
To fight with inner street wisdom, to help a prison

My crew lye, anyone test the Pun must die
give me one try, now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no in my casa
Que te pasa, you even in my clasa

I hate a that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out brain mineral

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

Soon as I chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller
Killers bet it all on Pun, one verse, dead 'em all

J-j-john
J-j-john
Blaze
Johnny ain't a damn thing changed

Aiyo, my attitude is subject to change, I mess
And twelve at the driver's side door of your range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your
style, leave you with your watch and your chains

Take heed that, not only can I I can aim
y'all misdemeanor niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, I see y'all I'ma test ya
'cause I know that fagots respect pressure

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

Put money on the table, we could battle on cable
hot dog niggaz get nathans
Fuck with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

My son cool out don't yo, throw the tool out
(What)
run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make 'em move out
Crushed hash, hands is glass, keep the heat
In the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a

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

Relentless, the anthology
With the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer
Lex, imagination large, gold
Beat the bogus squad brains that put on the older God

Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge
Feelin' the rich, work for every 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

Blaze
J-j-john
J-j-john
Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing

simple mathematics, you gotta love us
'Cause Joey Crack gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I Pun
Terror Enterprise, undisputed Dunn

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

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

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

J-j-john
J-j-john
J-j-john
Johnny Blaze a damn thing changed

Blaze
J-j-john
Johnny Blaze ain't a thing changed