Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(3 in the popo at my door)
This is street blues

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm if really popo with y'all)
This is street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
This is how we clock, up on my block
(3 in the morning at my door)
This is street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm if really popo with y'all)
is kill street blues

Sit 5 dollar ass down
Nigga 'fore a baller make change
up yae, yo at 3 in the mornin'
Choppin' up game sackin' up

Fetty was layin' all over the
I you cold say that I was slippin'
As the door in
I stick in my and begin the dippin'

Up on these so popo
But I know it can't be but some niggas
Runnin' up in ski
So I continue to curse and blast asses out

Tryin' to the scratch my gat consumes
Just then my killa partner steps the bathroom
Uzi's and Mack thangs lettin' off
Niggas slugs to the face

Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all the place
Took a behind the coach
a nigga say, "We gonn' kill you"
My 2 twin gats start talkin' to me said, "Fuck them I feel you"

So I bail up outta the cut, tryin' ta take lives no remorse
Lookin' like a scene Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York"
Now it's 3 o'clock in the and I still don't snooze
'Cuz all my life niggas be me all these kill street blues

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the morning at my door)
This is street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill street

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the morning at my door)
This is kill street

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really with y'all)
This is kill blues

1 died high
Face down in yae
I stuck my finger up in the hole in his
Told him a nice day

My homie said, "The real feds is comin'", he was hit
I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the
Ran to the kitchen, over the deceased
Gotta get the rocks and powder, and evade the police

Put the fetty up in my hand, gotta be quick, gotta be
Look to my left 3 federalles cars in the window
Now time for me and my homie to mob the fuck on out
As we mob up outta 3 federalles mob in the house

say nuthin' about them other niggas them haters is out there dead
Couple a up in they head, with a house full of feds
And no time to be stickin' around
I'm them ambulances and homocides

I'm ready to outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride
I'm thinkin' my homie heart stopped dyin' on me
dropped down to the ground
That's them popo started firin' on me

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the mornin' at my door)
This is street blues

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill street

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(3 in the mornin' at my door)
is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill street

the caine down got to mobbin' off
As the popo out freeze
Lost a ass homie and the yae, yo man
But fuck it keep the cheese

My eyes wide open
Nigga layin' there one too short
But each time ya nigga 1 hit the corner
In a big cloud of smoke

on my bumper baby
Fittin' ta show 'em I ain't no
Use the right hand to do the drivin'
And the left hand to dump

Led 'em on a speed chase
For about 30 minutes or a bit more
Got a triple thang up under my belt
60 thousand ta doe, doe

Oh, no
Heard a slg hit my tire
Then I spun
Runnin' into the while tearin' all shit down

Bitches was screamin' niggas was
Po Po bustin' at me, punk ass
Run the liquor store
Knowin' they'll catch me

But soon as I'm thinkin' of my getaway
Ain't this a bitch some with a 12 gauge
Put the barrel fight up to my shit, "Stay there nigga"
Pull out the and all of a sudden I hit the floor
Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt 4, 4

Cookin' up yae in the pure of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(3 in the mornin' at my door)
This is street blues

Cookin' up yae in the form of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really popo y'all)
This is street blues

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the popo at my door)
is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm wonderin' if really popo y'all)
This is street blues

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the mornin' at my door)
This is kill blues

Cookin' up yae in the form of a rock
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill street

Cookin' up yae in the pure of a rock
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the popo at my door)
This is street blues

up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street