Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
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
is how we clock, stroll 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 popo 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 wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill blues

Sit your 5 dollar ass
Nigga a chief baller make change
Cookin' up yae, yo at 3 in the
up game sackin' up caine

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

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

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

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

So I up outta the cut, tryin' ta take lives with no remorse
Lookin' like a scene with 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 given me all these kill blues

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

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

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

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

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

Can't say nuthin' about them other them haters is out there dead
Couple a slugs up in they head, with a house of feds
And no time to be stickin' around
I'm hearin' them and homocides

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

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)
is kill street blues

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

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

My partners eyes wide
Nigga there one breath too short
But time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the corner
In a big white of smoke

on my bumper baby
Fittin' ta show 'em I no punk
Use the right hand to do the drivin'
And the left hand ready to

Led 'em on a high chase
For about 30 minutes or a little bit
Got a triple thang murder up under my
'Bout 60 ta doe, doe

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

Bitches was screamin' was cussin'
Po Po at me, punk ass nigga
Run into the store
they'll never catch me

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

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 kill street

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

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

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

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 kill street

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