Luyện nghe bài hát Blood On The Cobblestones

Yo, ayo war on the street
Blood on the
I leave them buried alive like a fossil bone
bags line the streets, reporters reporting
Mafia ties to and extortion
DeLucees vs. headline the news
call war on crime they gonna lose
Judges get kidnapped captains get
rise above all to be emancipated
Black godfather, at war
Drive and Molotovs to settle the score
Butcher shops filled with chopped up
I make sure to keep guns in all my
Streets going red when the boss is neglected
I no man's protected
To each his own a gun off the shelf
in a war zone of course every man for self (x3)

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

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

[Inspectah

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