Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To bitch-ass 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 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 killer I'm goin down
Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these 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 the park
casual to short
Line up the homie as a teardrop
No time for back-trackin, hood work calls
Housecalls be given, where you livin,
My mentality's like the dead has
Hit your block with the cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not givin a damn, fool, the fuckin bullet
mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the
Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac
I will send you on a trip where you 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 the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
The mentality's got me in '85
Park boy bangin (right)
Peelin caps back to my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', back to taper
Niggas rollin through, they get but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill your bucket, it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no stoppin this b.g. from the
Dippin around, fool, that's I be
disrespect, makes me chuckle
Represent the on my fuckin belt buckle
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I through
With the mentality of you
on niggas, we need to quit
Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on
So fool, test
I be playin connect the dot on your chest
For no apparent
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

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

on

Time flies when doin
Cause it takes a sec
For bam to empty the tec
Not givin a fuck if the is empty
If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 me
I sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin
Niggas duckin, that nigga buckin
You compete, your whole street catch the blues
You gon' pay some dues
And ain't no stoppin the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass 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 that me permission to act a fool
(just clownin) no need to run for protection
Catch ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section
Niggas be transformin trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin

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

Compton is this

You know where the fuck we
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 mike t in the muthafuckin house
Everybody in this

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