Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

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 street

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
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, 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)
is kill street blues

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

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

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

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

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

So I bail up outta the cut, ta take lives with no remorse
Lookin' a scene with Laurence Fishborne 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 form 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 pure form of a
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is street blues

up yae in the pure form 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 popo with y'all)
This is street blues

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

My homie said, "The feds is comin'", said he was hit
I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the
Ran to the kitchen, over the deceased
get the rocks money 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 for me and my homie 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 haters is out dead
Couple a up in they head, with 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 flee up in "G" ride
I'm thinkin' my homie heart stopped dyin' on me
Partner dropped to the ground
That's when them popo started on me

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 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)
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 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 really popo y'all)
is kill street blues

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

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

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

Led 'em on a high chase
For about 30 minutes or a 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 around
into the side while tearin' all shit down

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

But soon as I'm thinkin' of my getaway
Ain't this a bitch 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 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 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 really with y'all)
is kill street blues

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