Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

Uh uh, uh, uh
Ayo, Mac 10's and fake
Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga 'em
But I'm still trill, holdin'
Rollin' gully I'm froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid

pumpin' ice
First some 15 that kin' pumpin' right
Hard white, cash
fast, fold fast, through the city so gas, no ass
Straight head bitch, I'm one the feds

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

Who help?
Well, then I'ma take that mac off the shelf
And hold the street hostage
Blowin' out my nostril
Every breath is a to a non-time in death

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

I wanna know to go
Need a in my mind I can rest
'Cause time is runnin' out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a fried up

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

Parts of the live of a hustler
When I a slide back
be hoppin' their faces don't get left open
You

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

You wanna how it feel, don't you?
To have a murder charge, gun to the American Music Awards
And live life against
170 screamin', "Fuck the world"
Gangsta get the car

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

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

Where the fuck them niggaz at? We handle this beef
your mic off bitch, see me in the street
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 in their backs
Halos in head like, "Ayo I'm dead"

Can a knight fuckin' Diana type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I cold, hand of ice
They said too much for the mind to comprehend
wit me, pause take a breath

Things ain't the same for gangstas
Sleepin' in diamond, it's fuckin' up the for gangstas
While tryin' to rin a gangsta
Through it all I maintain my

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