Luyện nghe bài hát Edge

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

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

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

Who help?
Well, until then take that mac off the shelf
And hold the fuckin' hostage
smoke out my nostril
Every breath is a to a non-time in death

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

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

You know me, I need no introduction in this
Big gun, big dick, of a meal on the wrist
Sittin' in my continental thinkin' potential connects
I in all, just pencil the best

Parts of the live of a quintessential
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 fuck how records you sold
Tryin' to be me, it real 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 live against stars
170 screamin', "Fuck the world"
Gangsta get the car

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 fried up

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

Where the fuck them niggaz at? We gonna handle this
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 until I'm in the

Dysfunctional, uncomfortable paranoid
the extra clip, bitch, try me I'll puncture you
Had niggaz up with wings in their backs
Halos in their like, "Ayo I'm dead"

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

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

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