Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

Uh uh, uh, uh
Ayo, Mac and fake friends
Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga 'em
But I'm trill, still holdin'
gully until I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid

Veins ice
First 15 keep that kin' pumpin' right
Hard white, cash
Hold fast, fold fast, through the so gas, no ass
Straight head bitch, I'm one from the

Fuck raps, same G and canna
All I got in this world is my fifth dick and
Gangsta lyrical vandalism
Niggaz be burnin' up gums until the fuckin' hammers hit 'em

Who need
Well, until then I'ma that mac off the shelf
And hold the fuckin' hostage
Blowin' out my nostril
Every is a step to a non-time in death

I know where to go
Need a place in my I can rest
this time is runnin' out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a chair up

I know where to go
a place in my mind I can rest
'Cause this time is runnin' out for my
up, sittin' in a chair fried up

You know me, I don't need no introduction in
Big gun, big dick, of a meal on the wrist
Sittin' in my continental about potential connects
I in all, just pencil the best

Parts of the of a quintessential hustler
When I pull a back
Motherfuckers be their faces don't get left open
You

soaking, brain smokin' left in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap niggaz is
I don't give a fuck how much you sold
Tryin' to be me, it real dog, you'll die to be me

You wanna know how it feel, you?
To have a murder charge, gun to the American Music Awards
And live life stars
170 screamin', "Fuck the world"
Gangsta get the car

I know where to go
Need a place in my mind I can
'Cause this time is out for my flesh
up, sittin' in a chair fried up

I wanna where to go
Need a place in my I can rest
'Cause time is runnin' out for my flesh
Dried up, in a chair fried up

Where the them niggaz at? We gonna handle this beef
Turn your mic off bitch, see me in the
Fuck peace 'til I'm rest in the dried up flesh is
I know how to tell until I'm in the morgue

Dysfunctional, highly paranoid
Without the extra clip, bitch, try me I'll you
Had niggaz wakin' up with wings in backs
Halos in head like, "Ayo I'm dead"

Can a knight fuckin' princess Diana
Vane wives, light, pen I write cold, hand of ice
They said too much for the motor to comprehend
Walk wit me, pause a breath

Things ain't just the for gangstas
in diamond, it's fuckin' up the game for gangstas
While charges to rin a gangsta
it all I maintain my gangsta

I need to know to go
Need a place in my mind I can
'Cause time is runnin' out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a chair up
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