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.
like I've been here before.
[Verse
504's the dope name, I play
MY GON BANG!
the 8 for the pape, light 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 sumthin vicious
Got em falling to pieces like dishes
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!
Stay here... LAY AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can count a 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 gosta rock what I spray
It's time I gotta 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 been this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The supply the proper perspective
or selective, maximum effective
Narcoleptic, brine
It don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
Y'all couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain
Chopping and slicing the edge of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
are worse things out tonight than vampires.
[N'Bushe
what?
[Wesley
me!
[Verse
I a sucka into a supper!
gotta suffer!
Bout a had enough, why I'm coming!
ON, FUCKER!
I'm and tired of being sick and tired
can't hide from 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 when a couple years go by
They still gone and I'm still gone fly
Yes, fingers around they necks
I run thru your back and come out your
You too fast, forgot to brace yourself
AW SHIT! it come, nigga, brace 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 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 till
appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
Posted by JB