Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of The Blade

here.
I got sumthin to you.
I don't know how to 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 here before.
One]
504's the dope name, I don't
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, the flame
Ignite like
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no (Blade!)
No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no
I'm you bitches sumthin vicious
Got em to pieces like porcelain dishes
I'M DIRTY!
I get all the way to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?
this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
I was blamed to BLOW! rebucked!
Stay here... LAY AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a hundred pennies every century
at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, HAPPENING!?
I rip and pop tapes
I'm so popular, they just gosta what I spray
It's I gotta 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 ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music
I doing this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective the proper perspective
Tacky or selective, maximum
Narcoleptic, neglected
It just get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
Y'all couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and with the edge of the blade!
KLC]
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are worse things out 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 can't hide from the pain 'cause the won't stop
don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try
A of my mind tell me to get em
Bloody side, it ride
when a couple hundred years go by
They still gone bite and I'm gone fly
Yes, five fingers around they
I run thru your back and out your chest
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 in the telly
Let me stand as as the fellas
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 drummer
At the of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: 32X]
saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till fade]
Mystikal appears of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
by Shy-Stee JB