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 still trill, still
Rollin' gully until I'm froze, in a box with a bomb in fluid

pumpin' ice
First 15 keep that kin' pumpin' right
Hard white, cash
fast, fold fast, through the city so gas, no ass
Straight 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 mannerism lyrical
Niggaz be burnin' up their gums until the fuckin' hit 'em

Who help?
Well, until then I'ma take 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 know 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

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

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

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

Shirt soaking, smokin' 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 know how it feel, don't
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 know where to go
Need a place in my mind I can
this time is runnin' out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a fried up

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

the fuck them 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 don't know how to tell I'm in the morgue

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

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

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

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