Luyện nghe bài hát The Edge Of The Blade

here.
I got to tell 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 here before.
One]
504's the dope name, I play
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 sumthin 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 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 thousand pennies 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 from round the 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 been doing shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the perspective
Tacky or selective, effective
Narcoleptic, brine
It just don't get no cooler, if I perfect it
niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and slicing the edge of the blade!
KLC]
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are things out tonight than vampires.
[N'Bushe
what?
[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 sick and
They can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise stop
They don't stand a ghost of a chance, but try
A side of my tell me to get em
Bloody side, lettin it
Even when a hundred years go by
They still gone bite and I'm still fly
Yes, five fingers around they
I run thru your and come 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 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 drummer
At the of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade!
[Chorus: KLC:
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ sounds till fade]
Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Records, 1998.
by Shy-Stee JB