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 saying. I'm, I'm not like you.
I'm not others.
It's I've been here before.
[Verse
504's the dope name, I don't
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, light the
Ignite propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm giving you bitches sumthin
Got em falling to pieces like 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 to BLOW! Ground rebucked!
Stay here... LAY AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies century
Look at that, at that, look at that, GET BACK!
I get scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip tracks and pop
I'm so popular, just gosta rock what I spray
It's time I watch what I say!
I get surprised when sumthin round the crocodiles play
Oh, be nothin'!
I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be way!"
I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the
I been doing shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the perspective
Tacky or selective, effective
Narcoleptic, brine
It don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my
Chopping and slicing the edge of the blade!
KLC]
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are things out tonight than vampires.
[N'Bushe
Like
Snipes]
me!
[Verse
I a sucka into a supper!
They suffer!
Bout a had enough, why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm sick and tired of being and tired
They can't hide from the 'cause the noise won't stop
don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try
A side of my tell me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
Even when a couple years go by
They still gone bite and I'm gone fly
Yes, five fingers around they
I run thru your back and come out your
You too fast, forgot to brace yourself
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 in the telly
Let me stand as tall as the
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 to a different drummer
At the of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds fade]
Mystikal appears of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
by Shy-Stee JB