Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

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

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

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

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

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

Fetty was all over the floor
I guess you cold say that I was
As the door in
I stick in my clip and begin the

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

Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat
Just then my partner steps outta the bathroom
Uzi's and Mack thangs start off
catchin' slugs to the face

Baking soda niggas brains cocaine all over the place
a dive behind the coach
Heard a say, "We gonn' kill you"
My 2 twin gats start talkin' to me said, "Fuck them niggas I 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 mornin' and I still don't
'Cuz all my life niggas be me all these kill street blues

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

Cookin' up yae in the 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

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 kill blues

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

1 nigga died
down in uncut yae
I stuck my finger up in the hole in his
Told him have a day

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

Put the fetty up in my hand, be quick, gotta be nimble
Look to my left seen 3 cars in the window
Now it's time for me and my to mob the fuck on out
As we mob up there 3 federalles mob in the house

Can't say nuthin' about them other niggas them is out there dead
a slugs 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 to bail outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride
I'm thinkin' my homie heart nigga dyin' on me
Partner down to the ground
That's when them popo firin' on me

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

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

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

Threw the caine down got to off
As the yelled out freeze
Lost a ass homie and the yae, yo man
But fuck it I'ma keep the

My partners eyes open
Nigga there one breath too short
But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the
In a big white cloud of

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 high speed
For about 30 or a little bit more
Got a triple thang up under my belt
'Bout 60 ta doe, doe

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

Bitches was screamin' was cussin'
Po Po at me, punk ass nigga
Run into the store
Knowin' they'll catch me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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