Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Street Blues

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 street 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

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

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

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

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

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 the cut, tryin' ta take lives with no remorse
Lookin' like a scene Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York"
Now it's 3 in the mornin' and I still don't snooze
'Cuz all my life be given me all these kill 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 street

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

1 nigga died
Face 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, over 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 cars in the
Now it's time for me and my to mob the fuck on out
As we mob up outta there 3 mob in the house

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

I'm ready to outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride
I'm thinkin' my heart stopped nigga dyin' on me
Partner down to the ground
That's when them 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)
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 pure 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
This is how we clock, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill blues

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

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

Federalles on my bumper
Fittin' ta show 'em I ain't no
Use the right hand to do the thang
And the left hand to dump

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

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

was screamin' niggas was cussin'
Po Po bustin' at me, ass nigga
Run the liquor store
Knowin' never catch me

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

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)
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 mornin' at my door)
This is kill blues

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

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a
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, up on my block
(I'm wonderin' if popo with y'all)
This is kill street