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 pull
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the
Original baby gangster on the
159 reasons to bust you with the dirty
It looks like rain, so I'm
Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start
No need for fuckin the killer when I'm goin down
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the
Which I stash by my fuckin
Definitely set-trippin,
Bout my who died from the park
casual to short
Line up the homie as a teardrop
No time for back-trackin, cause work calls
be given, where you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's like the dead has
Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to it
Not givin a damn, fool, catch the bullet
Your mama, 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 the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
The got me stuck in '85
Park boy bangin (right)
caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then back to
Niggas through, they get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of like swiss cheese
And ain't no this b.g. from the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, where I be
Niggas disrespect, me chuckle
Represent the hood on my fuckin belt
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll
With the mentality of you
Niggas on niggas, we to quit
Say it ain't no peace, just piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, test
I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin
For no apparent
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

Murder murder
It stop
murder murder
Till your ass gon'
Murder murder

on

Time flies doin drive-by's
Cause it only 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 hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches
duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckin
You can't compete, your whole street catch the
You gon' pay muthafuckin dues
And ain't no stoppin the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, mark-ass gon' definitely die too
Caught the in the back of the shoulder
Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, 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 tryin to run for protection
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the section
be transformin like trees, and
Another dead, the killin season

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

Compton is this

You where the fuck we from
Ugh

Original cmw in the muthafuckin
You how we do it
Back for 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 house
Everybody in muthafucka

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 gon'
murder murder
Murder murder
It don't
murder murder
Fuck the