Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To bitch-ass niggas
We your residential spot

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to this
Trigger, nigga, bangin to the fullest
Original baby gangster on the
159 reasons to bust you with the dirty
It like rain, so I'm wettin
Your hood, of course, no remorse, better jettin
No need for fuckin with the killer 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
From casual to
up the homie as a teardrop falls
No for back-trackin, cause hood work calls
be given, where you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's the dead has risen
Hit your with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet
Your mama, your daddy, your old
Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the
Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac
I will send you on a trip where you won't be back
I pops a nigga, and I'm cheesin
'96 is the season

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
the 3rd to the cly', then back to taper
Niggas rollin through, they get but the vapors
please, 159 gees
Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no this b.g. from the c-p-t
around, fool, that's where I be
Niggas disrespect, me chuckle
Represent the hood on my fuckin belt
Chalkin up points, on joints, I roll through
With the mentality of you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
Say it ain't no peace, just this on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, test
I be playin connect the dot on your chest
For no apparent
'96 is the season

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

hawk
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 takes a sec
For bam to empty the tec
Not a fuck if the clip is empty
If buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me
I hear sirens, screechin, bitches screamin
Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga
You can't compete, your whole street catch the
You pay some muthafuckin dues
And no stoppin till the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, mark-ass gon' definitely die too
Caught the slug in the of the shoulder
Swear, a chair, muthafucka, i'ma fold ya
Niggas on the run got my back, and cool
Like king tee gives me permission to act a fool
(just clownin) no tryin to run for protection
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner
Niggas be transformin trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin

Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
your ass gon' drop
Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Fuck the
Murder murder
It don't
murder murder
Till ass gon' drop
Murder murder
But ain't all
murder murder
Cause your ass gon'

Compton is this

You know where the fuck we
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 ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
My mike t in the muthafuckin house
Everybody in muthafucka

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

Ugh

Murder murder
It don't
murder murder
Cause ass gon' drop
Murder murder
Murder murder
It quit
Murder murder
the shit