Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To bitch-ass niggas
We know your spot

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull
Trigger, nigga, straight to the fullest
Original baby gangster on the
159 to bust you with the dirty glock
It looks like rain, so I'm
Your hood, of course, no remorse, start jettin
No need for fuckin with the when I'm goin down
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for westside gees
I up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin
set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who died the park
casual to short
Line up the as a teardrop falls
No time for back-trackin, cause hood work
Housecalls be given, where you livin,
My mentality's like the dead has
Hit block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not givin a damn, fool, catch the bullet
Your mama, daddy, your old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the
Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac
I will you on a trip where you won't be comin back
I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

murder murder murder...
Geah, on

I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody
The mentality's got me in '85
Park boy bangin (right)
Peelin back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to
Niggas rollin through, get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-t
around, fool, that's where I be
Niggas disrespect, makes me
Represent the hood on my fuckin buckle
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I through
the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
Say it ain't no peace, just piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, don't
I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin
For no reason
'96 is the season

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

Murder murder
It stop
murder murder
Till your ass gon'
Murder murder

on

Time when doin drive-by's
Cause it only a sec
For boom bam to the tec
Not a fuck if the clip is empty
If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm 2 with me
I sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin
Niggas duckin, muthafuckin nigga buckin
You can't compete, your street catch the blues
You gon' pay muthafuckin dues
And ain't no stoppin till the clip is
If I'm gon' die, mark-ass gon' definitely die too
Caught the in the back of the shoulder
Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma ya
on the run got my back, and that's cool
Like tee that gives me permission to act a fool
(just clownin) no need to run for protection
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner
be transformin like trees, and
Another dead, it's the season

Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Till your ass drop
murder murder
It quit
Murder murder
the shit
Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
your ass gon' drop
Murder murder
But that all
Murder murder
Cause ass gon' fall

Compton is this

You know the fuck we from
Ugh

Original cmw in the muthafuckin
You how we do it
Back for ass for the 9 to the 6
Mc
Dj
Tha
Lil' & bird
Da foe
Bam
My tom
My nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the
My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin
Everybody in this

Y'all how we do it
For the 9 to the 6,
And you better watch the out
Cause we know muthafuckin residential spots

Ugh

Murder murder
It stop
Murder murder
Cause your ass gon'
Murder murder
murder murder
It quit
murder murder
Fuck the