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

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)
This is kill street

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

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

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

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

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

Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all over the
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, ta take lives with no remorse
Lookin' like a scene with Laurence in "The King of New York"
Now it's 3 o'clock in the mornin' and I don't snooze
'Cuz all my niggas be given me all these 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 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)
is kill street blues

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 street blues

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

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

My homie said, "The real feds is comin'", he was hit
I pull the corpse 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 up in my hand, gotta be quick, gotta be nimble
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, a house full of feds
And ain't no time to be around
I'm hearin' ambulances and homocides

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

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 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)
is kill street blues

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 kill blues

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

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 keep the

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

Federalles on my bumper
Fittin' ta 'em I ain't no punk
Use the right to do the drivin' thang
And the left ready to dump

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

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

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

But soon as I'm thinkin' of makin' my
this a bitch some fedy 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 kill 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)
is kill street blues

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