paroles de chanson Sin City Bre(A)D (feat. Ic Jonez) - Jgivens , IC Jonez

This is the epitaph of a tantrum thrown
Creator drops favour on the land through the hand of the average Joe
The champ is home
Now come up off your watch, socks iPhone and the throne
We Joe Budden, sabotagin′ it
Your only option is arson or dodgin' it
So stop, drop then you dodge like the rams in the thicket lambs
In the digits of the hands in the land of bones
West side of the train tracks black settlin′
Room to your elephant backpacks, evident
Heaven sent grace to the blackjack residents
Eloquent, we some rat pack predicate
Snakes try to swallow them rats like Tom Green
But watch y'all three light up as on E
Arm, double leg, arm, hands, missin' a omni
And a house needs nails at least like, um, three
We so Vegas from Lake Mead to Rampart
Agassi, D Street, see Springs and Clark
We′ve seen Elohim fade all that scam art
Mary where the empty cemetery is the landmark
One to the Bay, three to the head
Sin City bred givin′ Sin City bread like bloaw
Hold up, raised in the Bay
Best pray when we show up
This many bed, peace to the dead
Sin City bred givin' Sin City bread right now
[Verse 2: I.C.
Better watch out on them streets with the alphabet
Dead over dead presidents when them streets turn to presidents
Washington, MLK
Came to visit, came to play, now pay like you wait
Can′t play, you're stuck, now stay
Now you want pray
My granddaddy was the first black blackjack dealer
Didn′t have to be 21 to see my first stripper
Found out somethin' ′bout Mary then Stiller
Then she carried the baby that could've been killed by a grip of the baby killer
The city I'm in, the city of sin
Keep prayin′ for the city, amen
Stop chasin′ cat, dog, Stimpy and Ren
Took over Vegas main street to the wind
Westside, I've learned to spit like phlegm, feather in brim
Used to throw up a six, stomp you out with the tims
Then he hit me with the spirit like a clip that extends
One to the Bay, three to the head
Sin City bred givin′ Sin City bread like bloaw
Hold up, raised in the Bay
Best pray when we show up
This many bed, peace to the dead
Sin City bred givin' Sin City bread right now
One to the Bay, three to the head
Sin City bred givin′ Sin City bread like bloaw
Hold up, raised in the Bay
Best pray when we show up
This many bed, peace to the dead
Sin City bred givin' Sin City bread right now