Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of The Blade

here.
I got to tell 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 I've here before.
One]
504's the name, I don't play
MY GON BANG!
Make the 8 for the pape, 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 bitches vicious
Got em falling to pieces like porcelain
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 me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can a hundred thousand pennies every century
at that, look 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 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 em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that 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 supply the proper
or selective, maximum effective
Narcoleptic, neglected
It just don't get no cooler, if I perfect it
Y'all couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
and slicing with the edge of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
Snipes]
There are worse things out than vampires.
[N'Bushe
Like
Snipes]
me!
[Verse
I turn a into a supper!
gotta suffer!
Bout a had enough, why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm and tired of being sick and tired
They can't hide the pain 'cause the noise 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
Even 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 come out chest
You too fast, forgot to brace yourself
AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, yourself!
Oh my God!
Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't 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 on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin
I'm marching to a drummer
At the of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till
Mystikal appears of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
by Shy-Stee JB