Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes show like regiments, military
Murder game, I leave no evidence --
Go ask my pre-school, even to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2
Stabbin students, teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the school staircase, class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to
The table now, got my own label to earn
Like nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is that
I'm the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in
So thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to teach a prison

Verse Two: Big

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

Chorus: scratches by DJ

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

Verse Jadakiss

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

Four: Raekwon

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

Verse Fat Joe

It's simple mathematics, you gotta us
Cause Joey plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, Dunn
I'm the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for with my funds on the first
And go to like a mobster
Discuss death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
with the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, any cop
Used to run 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 whole fuckin turn
You learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John

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