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, straight to the fullest
Original baby on the block
159 reasons to bust you with the glock
It looks rain, so I'm wettin
hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin
No need for fuckin the killer when I'm goin down
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside
I fires up the stick, the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my dick
set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who died from the
From casual to
Line up the homie as a falls
No time for back-trackin, cause hood calls
Housecalls be given, you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's like the dead has
Hit your with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet
Your mama, your daddy, your old
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 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

flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
The got me stuck in '85
boy straight bangin (right)
Peelin caps to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then to taper
Niggas through, they get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill your bucket, fuck it, of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no stoppin this b.g. from the
Dippin around, fool, where I be
Niggas disrespect, makes me
the hood on my fuckin belt buckle
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I through
the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo ass flies on shit
So fool, test
I be connect 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
Till your ass 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 clip is
If buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me
I hear sirens, tires screechin, screamin
Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin buckin
You can't compete, your whole street the blues
You gon' pay some dues
And no stoppin till the clip is through
If I'm die, your mark-ass 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 that's
Like king tee that gives me to act a fool
(just clownin) no need tryin to run for
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the section
Niggas be transformin trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin

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

Compton is bitch

You know where the we from
Ugh

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

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 your ass drop
Murder murder
Murder murder
It quit
murder murder
Fuck the