Luyện nghe bài hát On The Edge (Azealia Banks Diss)

All up in my black!
All up in my black!
All up in my tryin' to take my truck!

Huh, rose up from the bottom of the pump like a
And all you easy bitches got your chest tight
Weak bitch, you couldn't me with your best might
I'm rubbers on hoes with the condom over...
Hold up, I'm busy killing these
If not that then I'm giving them
I'm burning them down, I'm cutting these bitches
If they talk shit then I'm they lips in
If you talk shit then I'm your lips in
They tripping blunts, they literally splitting
I'm all in your face, got something to spit in
up! Wait!
Time for
If rap is crucified, I'm the resurrection
The best kept
You is
I'm here to fucking teach em, the fucking lesson!
You and me a wild to a matchstick
I'm a fucking problem, you don't add this
Hold up! You wanna add this!
yet go run your suns and your bag bitch

Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life I'm gonna die of
Oh wait, wait, I was the first to hear...
Oh the fuck you called that weak ass... to Jim Jones
You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on
Or the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott
And she was scared to be in the with you, remember?

I'm from the 313
With the fucking meat cleaver out who want beef
What you do with this... flow?
... you on own shit, you should dip low hoe
Wait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental
So you forever be broke with expensive
I bet you won't leap, ...frog ass
ass, Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch
up! Yeah!

Or like when you texting me about ... remember?
Let's steal her fans, not really friends with this bitch!
And I was like, oh OK, all good!
Bitch, I got emo on you!
Bitch, you don't war!
But we're just gonna tell what happened when we were

I was in the City, chilling with a bitch
Who was on Twitter, like she run shit
You was in my text, looking for some pity,
I'm at the bar alone on Sex in the City shit
My boyfriend left me, my heart's break
Bitch, you be niggas on their oxygen tank!
Shit! I be making moves, bitch, plotting my
at you whack hoes like who's spot should I take
Wait, wait! ... rainbow, now on your Wayne shit
Rapunzel gonna be missing like her in her... is
Really, I was hoping you would clap
But either way go and get you that work!
I'm the one that say you can't be
You know it too, cause I'm the one ain't tweet
Nappy... fucking Easter Bunny
Eat up every track, the OJ...

I'm like genuinely on this shit
That's why she doesn't really talk
Cause like I just want you to have the to respond to me, bitch
tell me when you're going to London for a month
Don't say, oh, so
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you out with ....
Did he play you the track that I
Did he play style that I stole, bitch?
Give me our beat, let me that bass
He that for me, I didn't like it
put an album out!
I think my album's more than yours and I just started a week ago
You out here sleeping on floors,
money on digi-videos and Photoshop
it, bitch!