Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Parts of the live of a quintessential
When I pull a slide
Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left
You

Shirt soaking, brain left in the ocean floatin'
Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap niggaz is trash
I don't a fuck how much records 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 charge, took gun to the American Music Awards
And live against stars
170 screamin', "Fuck the world"
Gangsta get the car

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

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

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

Dysfunctional, uncomfortable paranoid
Without the extra clip, bitch, try me puncture you
Had niggaz wakin' up wings in their backs
in their head like, "Ayo I'm dead"

Can a knight princess Diana type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, of ice
They too much for the motor mind to comprehend
Walk wit me, take a breath

Things just the same for gangstas
in diamond, it's fuckin' up the game for gangstas
While charges to rin a gangsta
Through it all I my gangsta

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