Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

Uh uh, uh, uh
Ayo, Mac and fake friends
little game homicide 25 with 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

soaking, brain smokin' left 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 real dog, die to be me

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

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

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

Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle this
Turn mic off bitch, see me in the street
Fuck peace 'til I'm rest in the up flesh is finish
I don't know how to until I'm in the morgue

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

Can a knight fuckin' Diana type
Vane wives, light, pen I write cold, hand of ice
said 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
it all I maintain my gangsta

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