Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes
Just my killa partner steps outta the bathroom
Uzi's and Mack start lettin' off
catchin' slugs to the face

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

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

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 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 blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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 pure of a rock
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really with y'all)
This is street blues

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

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

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

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

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

Bitches was niggas was cussin'
Po Po bustin' at me, punk ass
Run the liquor store
they'll never catch me

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

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)
is kill street blues

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

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