Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

Cookin' up yae in the form of a rock
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the morning 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

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

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 blues

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

was layin' all over the floor
I guess you say that I was slippin'
As the kick in
I stick in my clip and begin the

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 that out

Tryin' to gaffle the my gat consumes
Just then my killa partner outta the bathroom
Uzi's and thangs start lettin' off
catchin' slugs to the face

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

So I bail up outta the cut, tryin' ta take with no remorse
like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York"
Now it's 3 o'clock in the mornin' and I don't snooze
'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 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)
This is 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 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)
This is kill street

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

My homie said, "The feds is comin'", said he was hit
I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the
Ran to the kitchen, hopin' 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 there 3 mob in the house

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

I'm ready to bail outta the and flee up in this "G" ride
I'm thinkin' my homie heart nigga dyin' on me
Partner dropped down to the
That's when them popo started on me

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

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

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

My partners eyes open
Nigga there one breath too short
But each 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 hand ready to dump

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

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

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

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

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 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

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 blues

Cookin' up yae in the 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, up on my block
(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 mornin' at my door)
This is kill street

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