Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp

[Intro - talking]
K.B. what up? Jonas what up? Haha. it. Uh

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
sharp like a razor blade
Ha, uh

[Verse 1 -
It's nothin' like I come from
That's why I shed light on the darker I form
Nigeria inspired to drum
The soul proprietor on the globe our sun
I own it
Now on it
My so bright when that when I go in you can't notice it no mo'
So if I talk to a man
Not do I enlighten but I provide a tan
out a van
Braggin' I am
Draped in and red like flag of Sudan
While you pretend, and you niggas so
I love a Tracey Ross but I don't a girlfriend, look
Warm is a pen from the hand from the
That whatever it it will land in the hand
In the pack of the
They lack I do
You would think that I had a for a tooth
And I like Bob Backland in the booth
To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as
I Freaknik's and the
Two bitches while I'm filmin' them picnic, yum
The son
Prodigal, the
Mobb Deep and that is no pun
Do
Straight bad I run, through
I put out when I'm
I to be redundant
So I'm that your period is punc-tual
On
One
Folarin huh
at me

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master trade under the sun
Talk like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every trade the sun
sharp like a razor blade
Ha

[Verse 2 -
The razor blade sharp and no
Cold, flow, rap nigga, you want to know
See my name on a flier you ought to go
My arsenal, makes for an show
And the discography, you got to see
It's like I snatched names off of LP's
I guess I sort of did and I it Daily
Conversation, I made it D.C.
The home of Wale, home of me
I did a stint, shout out to the south east
And slid back of course to pen more
thoughts, record and forward to y'all
Underrated so I over
Bars is y'all
They hot now, when Tor' it's over for 'em
I'm light ahead of you right tiers
So the homie Wale can leave the right

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
Talk like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
Talk sharp a razor blade
Ha, uh

[Chorus 2 - Slim]
And it a ton
My name's Slim and I'ma son of a gun
And I every trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor
Ha

3 - Kingpin Slim]
I'm to the impostors

They with my pimp posture
Team hard, you'll squint at the roster
Fuck around you gon' need a at the doctors
Clown be
Fuck boys you should
We tote toast like we

I flash at the mean looks
Got a little too much confidence and seem
Use my watch as a to get your queen took
I got a for fresh, I'm a clean crook
And I don't need a coupon when I cop a
Cause I'm a baller all y'all niggas do is the hoop
sayin' that's your girl
She's a
I treat Arnette like a net I stop and shoot

Even if I miss she gon'
Homie, got the industry DMV now
I they gon' see me unless they senile
I I stay up out the grave and the penile

I'm coastin'
I ain't no more I converted to coachin'
And I rarely get credit so I cash with me
Cocaine is a hell of drug, ask
Yeah, this is on Creatine
D.C. about to blow, we know we the guillotine

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every trade the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every trade the sun
Talk sharp like a blade