Conway , Westside Gunn - Shower Shoe Lords (Feat. Benny) скачать mp3

[Intro] His spirit moving His prays are ever near That's how I know he's real In my heart I feel That's how I know that God is real yeah what's more [Scratches] "I hear it in my sleep sometimes..." "See I can see the sound of my glow..." "Rhyme nice..." [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I never gave a fuck, never will Hit him 18 times, he did the windmill My nigga wrote me, said he heard I'm out here killin' shit I put a grand on his books [Flygod] [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, Madonna sucking Basquiat dick up in the spot Hundred round drums, fuck around and get chopped Starin' at the turquoise Marilyn Told my little nigga to bag 20's, it's imperative 40 in the jawn undercovers, the 'caine doin' numbers Lose my work whippin', I'll leave your brains in the oven Splash paint on my Christopher Kane jumper Crash the Mulsanne, I copped the plane last summer The watch plain Jane, but it still cost 60 Ran up in the spot, stole base, Ken Griffey Blood-stained Persians, wide body's got curtains TEC just jammed, I just left it, shit worthless In the law library, tryin' to get time off Prayin' five times a day, tryin' to get five off Crush Doritos on this wheat rice and turkey, lord I wore my blues to the shower, razor tucked in my jaw [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I never gave a fuck, never will Hit him 18 times, he did the windmill My nigga wrote me, said he heard I'm out here killin' shit I put a grand on his books, look [Verse 2: Benny] Uh, could've told my story on Oprah, 60 Minutes How I earned plenty digits from risky business What you know about a stint? Gotta sit for Christmas Wifey on shit, that bitch missing visits 'Cause we was stretching white like Richard Simmons Caught a case and the nigga pled the 5th amendment Yeah, you know the whip be rented and bricks be in it, uh And I'ma get this chicken 'til my clique get sentenced I need a stash in the wall that whole 90 pies Word to me, I've been live since '95 Took a trip to get the bag like 90 times Yeah, you got it from your plug, but it's probably mines All I needed was a trap spot, scale and a plate I ended up on a flat cot, cell upstate Now I really need a black Glock, shells and a tank Yeah, the shit'll get uglier than Welven Da Great D's kicked in the door and snatched the four pound My man paid ten stacks just to blow trial Now he callin' home, tellin' the crew to slow down I'd be rich if I knew then what I know now, uh Livin with regrets and I'm still willing to bear it Plus the shoe fits and I'm still willing to wear it It's hard being a family man with interference All the women and them trips to prison ended my marriage I grew up with the few damn crooks that baked work up Who used to have food stamp books and case workers Me? I'm way further from a place you ain't heard of Where you get rich, die trying and face murder Where your best friends start to switch when the case surface Where it's hard to trust a man who ain't nervous I fell asleep with a 50 grand in a locked apartment That night, I had a dream like Dr. Martin, woo, yeah [Scratches] "I hear it in my sleep sometimes..." "See I can see the sound of my glow..." "Make them say that I'm God..." "Rhyme nice..." [Flygod] [Interlude] Big money, big money Big money, big money Hey, hey, hey, hey You got big money, you got fancy cars Everybody knows you, it's like you're a trap star You're breakin' down bricks, choppin' up O's Breakin' down bricks, choppin' up O's