Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

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 to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, tried to say
I was incompetent, not able to
The table turned now, got my own label to
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, puttin all to rest
between Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many thugs vanish, the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help a prison

Verse Big Punisher

My crew lye, anyone test the Pun must die
give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you got no wins in my casa
Hit the basa, you ain't even in my
I hate a that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite
Grand imperial material insane criminal
The same nigga who to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal your visual
Try to supply your with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no you
Even if I stuttered I would 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 like it didn't matter
I'm better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, one verse, dead em all

Chorus: by DJ Spinbad

Blaze
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, Blaze
"Johnny Blaze a damn thing changed!" --> Method Man

Verse Jadakiss

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

Four: Raekwon

My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, 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 rocker
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like
This is raw, raw fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words than a Benz stall
Relentless, the consolidated
with the quickness, up in the wig and blouse, killer sickness
Lex, imagination large, cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got heart God, em up
Start the wind up, we Blazin, Don up in the line up

Verse Fat Joe

It's simple mathematics, you gotta us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals a lotta dead
Just you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, with guns til it hurts
for with my funds on the first
And go to like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my partners
Lucas with the cartridge, 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 wanna get
I fire one in knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You learn to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck with the Don and get John Blazed

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