Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To them niggas
We know your residential

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the
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, better start
No need for fuckin with the when I'm goin down
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the and the clip
Which I stash by my dick
set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who died the park
casual to short
Line up the homie as a teardrop
No time for back-trackin, cause work calls
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, 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 you on a trip where you won't be comin back
I pops a nigga, and I'm cheesin
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
kill kill (3x)

Murder murder murder...
Geah, on

flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
The got me stuck in '85
Park boy straight (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 your bucket, it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no this b.g. from the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, where I be
disrespect, makes me chuckle
Represent the hood on my fuckin buckle
up points, smokin on joints, I roll through
With the mentality of you
Niggas on niggas, we to quit
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 muthafuckin
For no apparent
'96 is the season

murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
your ass gon' drop
Murder murder

on

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

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

Compton is bitch

You know where the fuck we
Ugh

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

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

Ugh

Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Cause your ass gon'
murder murder
Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
the shit