Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes show like regiments, military
Murder game, I no evidence -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, talk to my old principal
He'd you how you I used to pack a No. 2 pencil
Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics,
In the staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they to say
I was incompetent, not to learn
The table turned now, got my own to earn
that nigga said 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 violence to
between Kings the blood _los sangres_, blood in Spanish
So thugs vanish, unite the system
to with inner street wisdom, to help teach a prison

Verse Big Punisher

My crew puff lye, 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 Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane
The nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, cause one verse, em all

scratches by DJ Spinbad

J-J-J-John
Ja-Ja-ah-John
J-Ja-J-Ja, John
"Johnny Blaze ain't a damn changed!" --> Method Man

Verse Three:

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

Verse Raekwon

My son out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, they work, make em move out
Crushed hash, hands is glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some dirt for work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, sneaker rocker footwear
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, rack em Footlocker
This is raw, raw like kid, represent
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a stall
Relentless, the anthology
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, sickness
Lex, large, gold cards
Beat the squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge
Feelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, why
broke niggaz who got 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 Crack plus gat a lotta dead motherfuckers
Just you thought I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, undisputed
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
Discuss your death over and lobster, with my Cuban partners
Lucas with the cartridge, shot
Run up on any block, any cop
Used to run spots, now I own shops
Gortex with the lot, five sixty-four a pop
I'm hot, who get burned?
I fire one in your knot and watch whole fuckin head turn
You best learn to parlay, had a hard day
around with the Don and get John Blazed

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