Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of The Blade

here.
I got sumthin to you.
I know 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 been here before.
[Verse
504's the dope name, I play
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, light the
Ignite like
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm giving you bitches vicious
Got em falling to pieces like porcelain
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
Memorize by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
I was to BLOW! Ground rebucked!
here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a thousand pennies every century
Look at that, at that, look at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, HAPPENING!?
I rip tracks and pop
I'm so popular, they just rock what I spray
It's time I gotta watch I say!
I get surprised when sumthin from the crocodiles play
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 doing this shit, I'm highly on how to use it
The objective the proper perspective
Tacky or selective, maximum
Narcoleptic, brine
It don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber on my brain
and slicing with the edge of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
are worse things out tonight than vampires.
[N'Bushe
Like
[Wesley
me!
[Verse
I turn a sucka a supper!
They suffer!
a had enough, that's why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and tired of being and tired
They can't hide 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
side, lettin it ride
Even a couple hundred years go by
still gone bite and I'm still gone fly
Yes, five fingers they necks
I run thru back and come out your chest
You moving too fast, forgot to brace
AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, yourself!
Oh my God!
worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put it
Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the
Let me stand as tall as the
You would, if you could, but you git up off it
I'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the
I'm marching to a different
At the of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching till fade]
Mystikal courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
by Shy-Stee JB