Luyện nghe bài hát Jon Blaze

Verse Nas

My stripes show regiments, military intelligence
Murder game, I leave no -- credentials
Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old
He'd tell you how you I used to pack a No. 2
Stabbin students, teachers, Catholics, preachers
In the staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer
In my own class, operation return, they to say
I was incompetent, not able to
The table now, got my own label to earn
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 the best, puttin all violence to rest
between Latin Kings the blood sangres_, blood in Spanish
So many vanish, unite the system
to fight with inner street wisdom, to teach a prison

Two: Big Punisher

My crew puff lye, test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my
Hit the basa, you ain't in my clasa
I a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your mineral
I reign subliminal inside visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of lyrical
I'll in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would sh-sh-sh-shit 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 better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun, one verse, dead em all

Chorus: by DJ Spinbad

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

Verse Three:

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

Verse Four:

My son cool out (what) beef yo, throw the tool out
Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, em move out
Crushed hash, is like glass, keep the heat
in the dash, did some for some work, caught a gash
The flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker
Strike me out God, stackin up joints, em like Footlocker
This is raw, raw like fuck kid,
Here to Crenshaw, hold my words stronger a Benz stall
Relentless, the consolidated
with the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer
Lex, imagination large, gold
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 who got heart God, sign em up
the wind 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 equals a dead motherfuckers
Just when you I was done, I recruited Pun
Terror Squad Enterprise, Dunn
I'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it
for fuckin my funds on the first
And go to like a mobster
Discuss your death over shrimp and lobster, 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 bills a pop
I'm hot, who wanna get
I fire one in your knot and watch your whole head turn
You best learn to parlay, I've had a day
Fuck around the Don and get John Blazed

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