Latex Gloves - 38 Spesh/Conway The Machine.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : 38 Spesh/Conway The Machine
[00:09.488] Trust
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[00:23.240] Look
[00:23.945] Wrapped in chinchilla to the ankle bone (You know the fly shit)
[00:26.928] I'm that nigga, now I'm just gon' make it known (I'm that nigga)
[00:30.173] My dawg caught a body bustin' Draco chrome (Huh?)
[00:32.992] They gave him life behind them prison gates, he can't go home
[00:35.814] I get the yayo gone, break a whole one down and make a zone (No cap)
[00:38.542] 'Cause in these streets, I'm a mother****in' staple on
[00:41.609] He say he the king? Well, Machine come to take his throne
[00:44.484] Take over the game like I'm Jordan when he played Malone (Talk to 'em)
[00:47.639] Spray the MAC-10s out a black Benz (Brr-r-r)
[00:50.599] He dropped his Cartis runnin' from it, got a cracked lens (Ahahaha)
[00:53.578] Mama gone for days, been on a crack binge (No cap)
[00:56.361] Walked to Granny house, she got a packed fridge (Granny)
[00:59.312] Been about that action since the older days (Huh?)
[01:02.464] Niggas puttin' bodies on the throwaways (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
[01:05.680] Latex gloves on when we loadin' Ks (Brr-r-r)
[01:08.856] Ha, yeah
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[01:11.471] Uh, you should know what time we on
[01:12.373] Expectations that's highly wrong
[01:13.933] Kicked a hole in the game before
[01:15.306] Multiple feuds by time he gone
[01:16.889] Gotta be strong when you're poppin', the paparazzi forms
[01:19.788] Sliders singin' in your local precinct like Omarion
[01:22.838] Came a ways to get here to make it to a brocky arm
[01:25.657] Careful, had to stash the rocket by the ocky jawn
[01:28.627] Hermes on my way to the tomb, Versace-borne
[01:31.534] You would think I'm repeatin' shit, I got several copies for 'em
[01:34.525] Hatin' ain't gon' stop me, prob'ly wish me body harm
[01:37.467] Hand off to my dumbout, get his kamikaze on
[01:40.470] There'll always be forks in the road, this Maserati's for 'em
[01:43.330] Y'all rap careers ain't workin' out, a bunch of sloppy songs
[01:46.380] Quiet storms and beautiful murders for oxymoron
[01:49.380] We in the town, there's vehicles houndin' and lobby swarms
[01:52.272] They don't play, that's why we on, every day, a body's drawn
[01:55.190] Duck the criminal, the one your baby mom eyes be on
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[01:58.343] I have to move these blocks; meet me at the beauty shop
[02:00.975] The one that's owned by my cutie-wop that got the booty shots
[02:03.938] I ain't packin' a toolie-Glock, absolutely not
[02:07.004] Stash box, 'case I get stopped by traffic-duty cops
[02:09.989] My last interaction, they was askin' who we shot
[02:12.954] Gave 'em no reaction, so they acted truly shocked
[02:16.135] This ain't a movie, ock; I stack fruity rocks
[02:18.993] There's diamonds and emeralds and rubies in my jewelry box
[02:22.058] The cars that we got show y'all all who we not
[02:24.961] $1500 at the bar in Louis shots
[02:27.959] Walkin' 'round your bitch crib in my drawers and Louis socks
[02:30.807] Got me confused, dawg, y'all thought who'd be stopped?
[02:33.902] From upstate NY, a moody block
[02:36.830] Play the gangster role and I'll make your movie stop
[02:39.748] All hoes is birds, I'm where the bougie flock
[02:42.747] I'll never let these groupie thots do me like Rudy pops, nigga