Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To them niggas
We know your spot

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm to pull this
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the
Original baby on the block
159 reasons to you with the dirty glock
It looks like rain, so I'm
Your hood, of course, no remorse, better jettin
No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,
Bout my homies who died from the
casual to short
Line up the homie as a teardrop
No time for back-trackin, hood work calls
Housecalls be given, you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's like the dead has
Hit your block with the cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet
mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the of the caddy
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 bitch-made nigga, and I'm
'96 is the killin

murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Murder murder murder...
Geah, on

I'ma flee the muthafuckin with nobody alive
The mentality's got me in '85
Park boy straight (right)
Peelin caps back to my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to
Niggas rollin through, get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill your bucket, fuck it, 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 belt buckle
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I through
the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we to quit
Say it ain't no peace, this piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, test
I be playin the dot on your muthafuckin chest
For no apparent
'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 doin drive-by's
Cause it takes a sec
For bam to empty 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, muthafuckin nigga buckin
You can't compete, whole street catch the blues
You gon' pay muthafuckin dues
And ain't no till the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, your gon' definitely die too
the slug in the back of the shoulder
Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma ya
Niggas on the run got my back, and cool
king 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 quit
Murder murder
Fuck the
Murder murder
It stop
murder murder
Till ass gon' drop
murder murder
But ain't all
murder murder
Cause ass gon' fall

Compton is this

You where 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
Lil' & bird
Da foe
Bam
My tom
My ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
My nigga mike t in the house
in this muthafucka

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

Ugh

Murder murder
It stop
Murder murder
your ass gon' drop
Murder murder
murder murder
It quit
Murder murder
Fuck the