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 talk to my old
He'd tell you how you I used to a No. 2 pencil
students, grabbin 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 said in _Dead Presidents_, money to
Queensbridge, pay homage, Nas is the vet
the rep, polish baguettes, niggaz is dissin 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 with inner street wisdom, to help teach a

Verse Two: Big

My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun 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 a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite
Grand imperial material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain
I subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I 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 it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, em all

Chorus: by DJ Spinbad

J-J-J-John
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 spit twelve at the driver's side door of Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in your
Mafia style, leave you with your and your 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 that faggots respect
Hardcore, shit 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 dough show
Put your money on the table, we could battle on
Y'all hot dog niggaz get
Fuck around with Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John

Four: Raekwon

My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the 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 dirt for work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker
me out God, stackin up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw fuck kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger a Benz stall
Relentless, the consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, sickness
Lex, large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, collar
Feelin the rich, work for dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got God, sign em up
the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up

Verse Fat Joe

It's simple mathematics, you love us
Cause Joey plus gat equals a lotta dead motherfuckers
when you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Enterprise, undisputed Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust guns til it hurts
for fuckin my funds on the first
And go to church a mobster
your death over shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty
Run up on any block, any cop
Used to run many spots, now I own
Gortex the lot, five sixty-four bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get
I fire one in your 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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