Представляем точный текст композиции "Edge" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Edge» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyne - "Edge"
Lyrics to Edge : [Verse 1] Uh uh, Uh, Uh Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fucking nigga face em But Im still trill, still holdin Rollin gully until Im froze, close in a box with a bomb in fluid Veins pumpin ice First some 15 keep that king pumping right Hard white, cold cash Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas No ass Straight head bitch, Im one a from the feds Fuck comma raps, same G and canna All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism Niggaz be burnin up their gums until the fucking hammers hit em Who need help' Well until then Ima take that mac off the shelf and hold the fucking street hostage Blowing smoke out my nostril Every breath is a step to a non-time in death [Hook 2X] I wanna know where to go Need a place in my mind I can rest Cause this time is running out for my flesh Dried up, sittin in a chair fried up [Verse 2] You know me; I dont need no introduction in this Big gun, big dick, half of a meal on the wrist Sittin in my continental thinkin about potential connects I live in all, just pencil the best Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler When I pull a slide back Motherfuckers be hoppin their faces dont get left open You understand' Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin Shyne Po, dough, stack, yall Rap niggaz is trash I dont give a fuck how much records you sold Tryin to be me Keep it real dog, youll die to be me You wanna know how it feel, dont you' To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards And live life against stars Doing 170 screaming "FUCK THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car) [Hook 2X] [Verse 3] Where the fuck them niggaz at' We gonna handle this beef Turn your mic off bitch; see me in the street Fuck peace til Im rest in the dried up flesh is finish I dont know how to tell until Im in the morgue Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid Without the extra clip (bitch), try me Ill puncture you Had niggaz waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like "Ayo Im dead" Can a knight fucking princess Diana type Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend Walk wit me, pause take a breath Things aint just the same for gangstas Sleeping in diamond, its fucking up the game for gangstas While charges tryin to ring a gangsta Through it all I maintain my gangsta [Hook until fade] [ Edge Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Shyne. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Edge» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Edge» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.