Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the muthafuckin
For the 9 to the 6

To them niggas
We your residential spot

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to this
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the
Original baby gangster on the
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 when I'm goin
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the
Which I stash by my dick
Definitely set-trippin,
Bout my homies who died from the
From to short
up the homie as a teardrop falls
No time for back-trackin, cause hood work
be given, where you livin, unforgiven
My like the dead has risen
Hit your block with the 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, fire out the hole 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 nobody alive
The mentality's got me in '85
Park boy bangin (right)
caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then to taper
Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the
Bitch please, 159
Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss
And ain't no stoppin this b.g. the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, that's I be
Niggas disrespect, me chuckle
the hood on my fuckin belt buckle
Chalkin up points, on joints, I roll through
With the of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
Say it no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, test
I be playin 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 ass gon' drop
Murder murder

on

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

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

Compton is this

You where 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 better 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 quit
Murder murder
Fuck the