Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To them bitch-ass
We know your residential

The red dot's on your dome, fool, I'm ready to pull this
Trigger, nigga, straight to the fullest
Original gangster on the block
159 to bust you with the dirty glock
It like rain, so I'm wettin
Your hood, of course, no remorse, start 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 by my fuckin dick
set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who died from the
From casual to
Line up the homie as a teardrop
No for back-trackin, cause hood work calls
Housecalls be given, you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's the dead has risen
Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm to pull it
Not givin a damn, fool, the fuckin bullet
Your mama, your daddy, old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the of the caddy
Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac
I send you on a trip where you won't be comin back
I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm
'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)
caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to
Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the
please, 159 gees
Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no stoppin 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
up points, smokin on joints, I roll through
With the of fuckin you
on niggas, we need to quit
Say it no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, don't
I be connect the dot on your muthafuckin chest
For no reason
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

Murder murder
It stop
Murder murder
Till your ass drop
Murder murder

on

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

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

Compton is this

You know the fuck we from
Ugh

Original cmw in the house
You how we do it
for that ass for the 9 to the 6
Mc
Dj
Tha
hawk & 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 watch the fuck out
Cause we know your muthafuckin residential

Ugh

Murder murder
It stop
Murder murder
Cause your ass drop
Murder murder
murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Fuck the