Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of The Blade

here.
I got sumthin to you.
I don't how to explain it... but, I'm different.
You Naw, I ain't.
I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not you.
I'm not others.
It's like I've been before.
One]
504's the dope name, I don't
MY GON BANG!
the 8 for the pape, light the flame
Ignite propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm giving you sumthin vicious
Got em falling to like porcelain dishes
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T A FUCK!
I was blamed to BLOW! rebucked!
here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you underneath me, out my
Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every
Look at that, at that, look at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip and pop tapes
I'm so popular, just gosta rock what I spray
It's time I watch what I say!
I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles
Oh, be nothin'!
I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be way!"
I'm ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music
I been this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the proper
Tacky or selective, effective
Narcoleptic, neglected
It don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and slicing with the of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are worse out tonight than vampires.
Wright]
Like
[Wesley
me!
[Verse
I turn a into a supper!
gotta suffer!
Bout a had enough, why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and tired of being and tired
They hide from the pain 'cause the noise won't stop
They don't a ghost of a chance, but they try
A of my mind tell me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
Even when a couple years go by
They gone bite and I'm still gone fly
Yes, fingers around they necks
I run thru your back and come out your
You moving too fast, forgot to brace
AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, yourself!
Oh my God!
Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it matter how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the
Let me stand as as the fellas
You would, if you could, but you git up off it
I'm the on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin
I'm marching to a drummer
At the head of the parade, I'm the of the blade!
[Chorus: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching till fade]
appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
Posted by JB