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 on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this
Trigger, nigga, bangin to the fullest
Original baby gangster on the
159 reasons to you with the dirty glock
It like rain, so I'm wettin
hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin
No need for fuckin with the killer I'm goin down
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these gees
I up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,
my homies who died from the park
From to short
Line up the homie as a falls
No time for back-trackin, cause work calls
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 fuckin
Your mama, your daddy, your old
Oh no, I'm loco, out the of the caddy
Aw shit, fire out the hole of the mac
I will you on a trip where you won't be comin back
I a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin
'96 is the killin

murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Murder murder murder...
Geah, on

I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody
The got me stuck in '85
boy straight bangin (right)
Peelin back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then to taper
Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the
please, 159 gees
Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like cheese
And ain't no stoppin b.g. from the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, that's I be
Niggas disrespect, me chuckle
Represent the on my fuckin belt buckle
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 playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin
For no reason
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

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

on

Time flies when drive-by's
Cause it 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 sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin
Niggas duckin, muthafuckin nigga buckin
You can't compete, whole street catch the blues
You gon' pay some muthafuckin
And ain't no stoppin till the is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon' die too
Caught the slug in the of the shoulder
Swear, a chair, muthafucka, i'ma fold ya
on the run got my back, and that's cool
Like king tee that gives me to act a fool
(just clownin) no need tryin to run for
that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section
Niggas be like trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin

murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
your 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 that all
murder murder
Cause ass gon' fall

Compton is bitch

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 nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the
My mike t in the muthafuckin house
Everybody in muthafucka

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