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 that kin' pumpin' right
Hard white, cash
Hold fast, fold fast, through the 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 lyrical vandalism
Niggaz be burnin' up their gums the fuckin' hammers hit 'em

Who help?
Well, until I'ma take that mac off the shelf
And hold the street hostage
Blowin' out my nostril
Every breath is a step to a 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, sittin' in a fried up

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

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

Parts of the of a quintessential hustler
When I a slide back
Motherfuckers be hoppin' their faces get left open
You

Shirt soaking, smokin' left in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, Rap niggaz is trash
I don't give a how much records you sold
Tryin' to be me, it real dog, you'll die to be me

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

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

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

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

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

Can a knight fuckin' princess type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, of ice
They too much for the motor mind to comprehend
Walk wit me, pause take a

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

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