Escucha música Hollow Bones de Amy Grant 2025 en línea | Musica Cristiana

Amy Grant - Hollow Bones Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, ayo
What's goin on man, yo, man
Everything is everything, man
Just—, just get that cream right, man
For real, man
You know what we strivin' for, man, we got—
We got family members

[Interlude: Syl Johnson & Raekwon]
That splash against my hollow bones
Oh, oh
Ayo, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
High potency Thai, smoke a bag of black and feel the vibe
Born to be wise, we form on a rise, the corner mean five
Horns in disguise, throw on your slides
Young niggas racin', smokers is basin', we seen their eyes layin' up
Playin' the cut, what? Stay in the truck
Somethin' told me "duck", folded me up, my shoulders struck
Out of luck, fucked the Pradas up, fell in a daze like a Golota snuff
Niggas tried to body me up, I'm in the lobby bleedin'
Niggas in the waitin' office probably eatin'
And sprintin' and beefin', when they heard the shots, called the precinct
And seen Barbara's nieces beastin', niggas shot Shallah features And shot through his Ellesses, bent the spinal cordless creatures
I'm gaggin' and flaggin' a cab down, guess who in the Benz wagon
Draggin' my sound down mackin'
It was Dale Breedy the greedy, connivin'-ass snake genie
Cop with a bikini who murdered Tosh and Benini
I'm feelin' wheezy and I'm drained from the cheeba, grievin'
Ain't even lookin' decent, seein' police, niggas reachin'
[Interlude: Syl Johnson]
That splash against my hollow bones
That rocks my—

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Fleein' the crime scene speedin', beefin', leavin' behind cream
Not even peepin' that I was leaking
Won't see the precinct, just got a recent case beaten
Still jakes are creeping, don't blow your spot, stay the weekend
Keep the Ruger peelin', who's squealin'? Few knew the dealings
Keep the steel concealed in 'cause we got no time for feelings
Eyes on the building, guards are on the corners illin'
Million-dollar block, villains plottin' on a killin', feel like a superhero
Talkin' like a true De Niro
They bruised his ego, found him broke down, reduced to zero
Cops fill reports, hopin' I'll reveal my source, source

[Interlude: Syl Johnson]
That splash against my hollow bones
That rocks my soul
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Outside the check-cashin', flashin', dipped in fashion
Five cherry-faced faggots tried to cash in
They keep laughin', "Ghost, you'll get your face bashed in
Who gave you these privileges, son? Why you maxin'?
And we f-f-f-fiendin' to take those
Move slow, I'm hearin' how you broke Rob's nose
And I heard you keep a bangin' hammer
Golden brass, diamonds, embroideries
That was stolen that you haven't reported, G
Make very little noise, my shit hiccup
Don't make this big stick-up, big up me and the boys
I thought for a second, then chose, rather than froze
Had the Gem Star in my hand, "Yo, what the fuck, yo?"
That's when I ripped Timothy, snatched and dipped
Jumped right in back of him, had the mini axe tool, faxed him
Shots rang off, "bing-boggle-dee-dum!"
[Interlude: Syl Johnson]
That splash against my hollow bones

[Skit: Evil Masters]
The sword: it's the best weapon of all
Two sharp edges and a long spine
The blade is very thin and it's easily damaged
You remember that the vital thing is the point
Pay special attention to it, your life could depend on it