Laulunsanoja:
The Sound Glass And Smoke

the hours Left them undone When glass and smoke call It's a farewell, a sad farewell We are lost in glass and smoke Cut by glass, choked by smoke

sounds right I rhyme of death and darkness and danger Your crib or car becomes a torture chamber I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds

rounds You have me jumping and jerking, working streets out here hustling, shopping sprees in Manhattan with your sisters and cousins. We be up in the club you be bouncing and drinking, i be smoking

hands, a whole lotta spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and

window shutters Paint removers, window louvers, masking tape and plastic gutters Kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables Hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and

maybe if we wasn?t black then we wouldn?t have struggled player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle they cook and I smuggle got twenty pounds

call it Thank God for the thugs too Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in With the woodgrain, let the twinkies spin Get you a glass, mix the Coke and

Smokes 144, what dem O's go for Like ohh 350 1 more, 350 stick'n the floor brand new bizarre Smashes, G's and C's all in my glasses Tics fantastic we

and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible] And