Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

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

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)
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 street 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 street

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

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

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

Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat
Just then my killa partner steps outta the
Uzi's and Mack thangs start off
Niggas catchin' slugs to the

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

So I bail up outta the cut, tryin' ta take lives no remorse
Lookin' like a scene with Laurence in "The King of New York"
Now 3 o'clock in the mornin' and I still don't snooze
'Cuz all my life be given me all these 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

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 blues

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

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

My homie said, "The real feds is comin'", he was hit
I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he me get the shit
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 seen 3 federalles cars in the window
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

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

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

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, stroll up on my
(I'm wonderin' if really with y'all)
This is kill street

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

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

My eyes wide open
Nigga layin' there one breath too
But each ya nigga Spice 1 hit the corner
In a big white cloud of

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

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

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

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

But soon as I'm thinkin' of my getaway
Ain't a bitch some fedy with a 12 gauge
Put the fight up to my shit, "Stay right there nigga"
out the money 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
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(3 in the mornin' 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)
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
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if really with y'all)
This is street blues

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 form of a
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm wonderin' if really popo 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)
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)
This is kill blues