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 morning 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)
This is kill street

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

So I bail up outta the cut, tryin' ta lives with 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 niggas be given me all these street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(3 in the morning at my door)
This is kill blues

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 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 form of a
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
is kill street blues

1 nigga high
down in uncut yae
I stuck my finger up in the hole in his
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 me get the shit
Ran to the kitchen, hopin' the deceased
Gotta get the rocks money and powder, and the police

Put the fetty up in my hand, gotta be quick, be nimble
Look to my left seen 3 federalles 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 slugs up in they head, a house full of feds
And ain't no time to be around
I'm them 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
Partner dropped to the ground
That's them popo started firin' on me

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 form of a rock
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, up on my block
(3 in the popo 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 popo y'all)
This is kill street

the caine down got to mobbin' off
As the popo out freeze
Lost a down ass 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 1 hit the corner
In a big white cloud of

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

Led 'em on a high chase
For about 30 or a little bit more
Got a triple thang murder up my belt
60 thousand ta doe, doe

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

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

But as I'm thinkin' of makin' my getaway
Ain't this a bitch fedy with a 12 gauge
Put the fight up to my shit, "Stay right there nigga"
Pull out the money and all of a I hit the floor
Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt 4, 4

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 pure of a rock
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(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 popo at my door)
This is kill street

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

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
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
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, stroll up on my
(3 in the popo 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 if really popo with y'all)
This is kill street