Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes show like regiments, military
Murder game, I leave no -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, talk to my old principal
He'd tell you how you I used to a No. 2 pencil
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 turned now, got my own label to earn
Like nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, money to burn
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 _los sangres_, in Spanish
So thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to help teach a

Verse Big Punisher

My crew lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you 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 actor plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane
The same nigga who known to blow out your mineral
I reign subliminal inside your
Try to supply your 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
Soon as I chitter chatter you 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
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 a damn thing changed!" --> Method Man

Verse Jadakiss

Aiyyo my attitude is subject to change, I mess
and twelve at the driver's side door of your Range
Six hit you, the other six, up in dame
Mafia style, leave you with your watch and chains
Take that, not only can I flow I can aim
cause y'all misdemeanor can't stand the reign
Better believe that, 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 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
Fuck around Jason, that shorty from The Lox, John Blazin

Verse Four:

My son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the 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 rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em Footlocker
This is raw, raw like kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my stronger than a Benz stall
Relentless, the anthology
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, sickness
Lex, large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge
the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why
broke niggaz who got heart God, em up
the wind up, we John 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 when you thought I was done, I Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed
I'm from the where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin with my funds on the
And go to church 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 with the lot, five bills a pop
I'm hot, who get burned?
I fire one in knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best to parlay, I've had a hard day
Fuck around with the Don and get John

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