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 name, I don't play
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 falling to pieces like porcelain
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!
here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!
Nigga, you me, out my entries
Out my entries, I can a hundred thousand pennies every century
Look at that, look at that, at that, GET BACK!
I get very scary the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?
I rip and pop tapes
I'm so popular, they gosta rock what I spray
It's time I gotta what I say!
I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles
Oh, be nothin'!
I em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!"
I'm telling ya, I'm into ya w/ the music
I been doing shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it
The objective supply the proper
Tacky or selective, maximum
Narcoleptic, brine
It just get no cooler, if I don't perfect it
Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a band on my brain
Chopping and slicing with the of the blade!
[Chorus:
The Blade!
(24X)
[Wesley
There are worse out tonight than vampires.
[N'Bushe
what?
[Wesley
me!
[Verse
I turn a into a supper!
They 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 stand a of a chance, but they try
A side of my tell me to get em
side, lettin it ride
Even when a hundred years go by
They gone bite and I'm still gone fly
Yes, fingers around they necks
I run thru your back and come out chest
You moving too fast, forgot to 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 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 head of the parade, I'm the of the blade!
KLC: 32X]
[KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds fade]
Mystikal appears of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.
by Shy-Stee JB