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)
is kill 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 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 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 kill street

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

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

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

Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat
Just then my killa partner steps the bathroom
Uzi's and Mack start lettin' off
Niggas slugs to the face

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

So I bail up outta the cut, tryin' ta take lives 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 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)
is kill street blues

Cookin' up yae in the pure of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my
(I'm wonderin' if really popo 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 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 popo with y'all)
This is kill blues

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

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

Put the up in my hand, gotta be quick, gotta be nimble
Look to my left seen 3 federalles cars in the
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 them haters is out there dead
Couple a slugs up in they head, with a full of feds
And no time to be stickin' around
I'm them ambulances and homocides

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

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

the caine down got to mobbin' off
As the yelled 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 too short
But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the
In a big white of smoke

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

Led 'em on a speed chase
For 30 minutes or a little bit more
Got a triple murder up under my belt
'Bout 60 ta doe, doe

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

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

But soon as I'm of makin' my getaway
Ain't this a bitch some 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 of Sgt Kickass' 4, 4

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

up yae in the pure form 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
is how we clock, stroll up on my block
(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 wonderin' if really with y'all)
This is 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 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 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)
is kill street blues