Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes show regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old
He'd tell you how you I used to a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics,
In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my
In my own class, operation return, tried to say
I was incompetent, not to learn
The table now, got my own label to earn
that nigga said in _Dead 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
between Latin Kings the blood sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner wisdom, to help teach a prison

Verse Two: Big

My crew puff lye, anyone the Pun must die
Just me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my
Hit the basa, you ain't in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a
I'm Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand college material insane criminal
The same nigga who to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal your visual
Try to supply your physical with my side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, Freddie do, no kidding you
if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't
I'm even better than before, metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, one verse, dead em all

scratches by DJ Spinbad

J-J-J-John
Bla-Blaze
J-Ja-J-Ja, John
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed!" --> Man

Verse Three:

Aiyyo my attitude is to change, I mess around
and twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the six, up in your dame
Mafia style, leave you your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor can't stand the reign
Better that, whenever I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only cause I know faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, shit you get, kicked out the yard for
ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You could meet me in my I soak and sock niggaz up
Far as the flow go, you could let your dough
Put your money on the table, we could battle on
Y'all hot dog get nathans
around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

Verse Four:

My son cool out (what) beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker
Strike me out God, up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid,
to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology
the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, gold
Beat the squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, collar
Feelin the rich, work for every don't snitch, that's why
niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the up

Verse Fat Joe

It's mathematics, you gotta love us
Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my on the first
And go to church a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my partners
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 fire one in your knot and your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a day
Fuck with the Don and get John Blazed

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