Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

Uh uh, uh, uh
Ayo, Mac 10's and friends
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 bomb in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shirt soaking, brain smokin' in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, Rap niggaz is trash
I give a fuck how much records you sold
Tryin' to be me, keep it dog, you'll die to be me

You know how it feel, don't you?
To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music
And life 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 is runnin' out for my flesh
up, sittin' in a chair fried up

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

Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle beef
your mic off bitch, see me in the street
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
the extra clip, bitch, try me I'll puncture you
Had wakin' up with 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 just the same for gangstas
Sleepin' in diamond, it's up the game for gangstas
While tryin' to rin a gangsta
Through it all I maintain my

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