Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

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

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

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

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

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 chair up

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

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

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

Shirt soaking, brain smokin' in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap niggaz is
I give a fuck how much records you sold
Tryin' to be me, keep it 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 life stars
170 screamin', "Fuck the world"
Gangsta get the car

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

I know 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

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 don't know how to until I'm in the morgue

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

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

ain't just the same for gangstas
Sleepin' in diamond, it's up the game for gangstas
While charges to rin a gangsta
Through it all I my gangsta

I need to 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
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