Luyện nghe bài hát 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 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 kill 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 street 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 street

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

Fetty was layin' all the floor
I guess you cold say that I was
As the door in
I stick in my clip and the dippin'

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

Tryin' to gaffle the my gat consumes
Just then my killa steps outta the bathroom
and Mack thangs start lettin' off
Niggas catchin' to the face

Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all the place
Took a behind the coach
Heard a nigga say, "We kill 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 Laurence 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 these kill blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cookin' up yae in the pure of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the mornin' 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 if really 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 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)
is kill street blues

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

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

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 thang murder up under my belt
60 thousand ta doe, doe

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

was screamin' niggas was cussin'
Po Po bustin' at me, ass nigga
Run the liquor store
Knowin' they'll catch me

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

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 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 street

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 street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
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 of a rock
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 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