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 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, stroll up on my
(3 in the morning 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 popo with y'all)
is kill street blues

Sit your 5 ass down
Nigga 'fore a chief baller make
up yae, yo at 3 in the mornin'
Choppin' up game sackin' up

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

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

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

Baking some niggas brains cocaine all over the place
Took a dive the coach
a nigga say, "We gonn' kill you"
My 2 twin gats start 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 mornin' and I still don't
'Cuz all my life niggas be given me all these kill street

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 of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(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)
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 popo with y'all)
This is kill street

1 died high
down in uncut yae
I stuck my finger up in the in his body
him have a nice day

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

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

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

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

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 street

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
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(I'm if really popo with y'all)
is kill street blues

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

My eyes wide open
Nigga layin' there one too short
But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the
In a big cloud 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 30 minutes or a little bit more
Got a triple thang murder up my belt
'Bout 60 ta doe, doe

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

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

But soon as I'm thinkin' of my getaway
Ain't this a some fedy with a 12 gauge
Put the barrel fight up to my shit, "Stay right nigga"
out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floor
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 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 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 street blues

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 street 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)
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 popo 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 popo 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 popo with y'all)
This is kill street