Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To bitch-ass niggas
We know residential spot

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull
Trigger, nigga, bangin to the fullest
Original gangster on the block
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 when I'm goin down
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my dick
Definitely set-trippin,
Bout my homies who died from the
From to short
Line up the as a teardrop falls
No time for back-trackin, cause hood calls
Housecalls be given, where you livin,
My mentality's like the has risen
Hit block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not givin a damn, fool, catch the bullet
mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the
Aw shit, spits out the hole 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 season

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Murder murder murder...
Geah, on

I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with alive
The got me stuck in '85
Park boy bangin (right)
Peelin caps to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', back to taper
Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the
Bitch please, 159
Fill your bucket, 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, me chuckle
Represent the hood on my fuckin belt
Chalkin up points, on joints, I roll through
the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo ass like on shit
So fool, don't
I be playin the dot on your muthafuckin chest
For no reason
'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 when doin
it only takes a sec
For boom bam to the tec
Not givin a fuck if the is empty
If buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me
I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches
Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga
You can't compete, your whole street catch the
You pay some muthafuckin dues
And ain't no stoppin till the is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon' die too
the slug 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 tee that gives me permission to act a fool
(just clownin) no need tryin to run for
that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section
Niggas be transformin trees, and
dead, it's the killin season

Murder murder
It stop
murder murder
Till 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 fall

Compton is bitch

You know the fuck we from
Ugh

Original cmw in the house
You how we do it
Back for 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 house
Everybody in muthafucka

Y'all how we do it
For the 9 to the 6,
And you better watch the 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
Fuck the