Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

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

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

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

Who help?
Well, until then I'ma take that mac off the
And the fuckin' street hostage
Blowin' smoke out my
Every is a step to a non-time in death

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

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

You know me, I need no introduction in this
Big gun, big dick, half of a on the wrist
Sittin' in my thinkin' about potential connects
I live in all, just pencil the

of the live of a quintessential hustler
When I pull a back
Motherfuckers be their faces don't get left open
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
to be me, keep it real dog, you'll die to be me

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

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

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

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

Dysfunctional, highly 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
wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice
They said too much for the motor to comprehend
wit me, pause take a breath

Things ain't just the same for
Sleepin' in diamond, 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 mind I can
this time is runnin' out for my flesh
Dried up, in a chair fried up
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