Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes like regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no -- credentials
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, they to say
I was incompetent, not able to
The turned now, got my own label to earn
Like that nigga in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is that
I'm just the best, all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood sangres_, blood in Spanish
So thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison

Verse Two: Big

My crew puff lye, anyone the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no in my casa
Hit the basa, you ain't even in my
I hate a actor that plays a
I'm Terror Squad kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane
The same nigga who known to blow out brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this
I'll appear in your dreams, like 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 matter
I'm even better than before, iller
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 thing changed!" --> Man

Three: Jadakiss

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

Verse Raekwon

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

Verse Fat Joe

It's mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you thought I was done, I Pun
Squad Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the
And go to like a mobster
your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas the cartridge, twenty shot
Run up on any block, any cop
Used to run spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who get burned?
I fire one in knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, had a hard day
Fuck with the Don and get John Blazed

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