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
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics,
In the school staircase, class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they to say
I was incompetent, not able to
The table turned now, got my own to earn
Like that nigga said in _Dead Presidents_, to burn
Queensbridge, pay homage, Nas is the vet
Acknowledge the rep, baguettes, niggaz is dissin that
I'm just the best, puttin all to rest
between Latin Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in
So thugs vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner wisdom, to help teach a prison

Verse Two: Big

My crew puff lye, anyone the Pun must die
give me one try -- 'Now you know 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 a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite
Grand college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of lyrical
I'll appear in dreams, like Freddie 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 didn't
I'm even better than before, iller
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, em all

Chorus: scratches by DJ

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

Three: Jadakiss

Aiyyo my attitude is to change, I mess around
and spit twelve at the driver's side of your Range
Six hit you, the six, up in your dame
style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Take heed that, not only can I I can aim
cause y'all niggaz can't stand the reign
Better believe that, I see y'all I'ma test ya
Only I know that faggots respect pressure
Hardcore, shit you get, kicked out the yard for
ain't the cops, but I lock niggaz up
You meet 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 could battle on
Y'all hot dog get nathans
Fuck around with Jason, that from The Lox, John Blazin

Four: Raekwon

My son out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, em move out
Crushed hash, hands is like glass, the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for some work, a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked rocker footwear
Strike me out God, up joints, rack em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words than 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, Woolridge
Feelin the rich, work for every don't snitch, that's why
niggaz who got heart God, sign em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the up

Verse Fat Joe

It's mathematics, you gotta love us
Cause Joey Crack plus gat a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just when you I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, Dunn
I'm from the slums it's worse, bust with guns til it hurts
for fuckin my funds on the first
And go to church a mobster
Discuss your death shrimp and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, twenty
Run up on any block, any cop
to run many spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get
I fire one in knot and watch your whole fuckin head turn
You best to parlay, I've had a hard day
around with the Don and get John Blazed

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