Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Cobblestones

Yo, ayo war on the street
Blood on the
I leave them buried alive just a fossil bone
Body line the streets, reporters reporting
Mafia ties to drugs and
vs. Starkeano headline the news
Police war on crime they gonna lose
Judges get kidnapped get decapitated
Starks above all to be emancipated
godfather, families at war
Drive by's and Molotovs to the score
Butcher shops filled with chopped up
I make sure to guns in all my faculties
Streets red when the boss is disrespected neglected
I guarantee no protected
To his own grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a war zone of every man for self (x3)

How you prepare for war, grab your and your hardware
Never your eyes in the barber chair
Ya heart of a lion that's got him here
Bullet proof car yo we're out of here
Fuck the DeLucas we with sub-machines
Bone crush a nigga like a team
Under a new regime, the old we it out
Spit the hammer you yo ought to throw them out
Your gun at the whole house
Sip the brown liquor while we a quarter ounce
Pick the territories move north to
Your high power yours is watered down
I'm underground with the on
Open up your head now your flesh is
turn my back of a restaurant
Put holes in chest come test the don
45 of them hoes let me stretch my

in a war zone of course every man for self (x3)

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So the DeLucas want nah not today
Cock his side with him and you got to pay
Don't kill him just make him feel a lot of pain
out his wife and his seed at the soccer game
Weed him with open arms weed him with open
Feed him 2 2 3 squeeze him leave him with no
Make a led repping for the territory
No on me reg that's a negatory
You a war these men pop dangerous
all in a 10 block radius
Murder double, triple
Cripple the
Like it got hit a couple of missiles
? through your
I get in crib in wig in a cable guy uniform
My shooters maneuver got DeLuca in the
close, say the word Tone you was ghost