Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the muthafuckin
For the 9 to the 6

To bitch-ass niggas
We your residential spot

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

murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Murder murder murder...
Geah, on

I'ma flee the 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', then back to
Niggas rollin through, get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no stoppin this b.g. the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, that's I be
Niggas disrespect, makes me
the hood on my fuckin belt buckle
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll
With the of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we 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 muthafuckin 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 ass gon' drop
Murder murder

on

Time when doin drive-by's
Cause it only 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 takin 2 me
I sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin
Niggas duckin, muthafuckin nigga buckin
You can't compete, your street catch the blues
You gon' pay some dues
And ain't no stoppin till the is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon' die too
Caught the in the back of the shoulder
Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, fold ya
Niggas on the run got my back, and cool
Like king tee that gives me permission to act a
(just clownin) no need to run for protection
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the section
be transformin like trees, and
Another dead, it's the season

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

Compton is bitch

You know where the 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
Lil' & bird
Da foe
Bam
My tom
My ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
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 spots

Ugh

Murder murder
It stop
murder murder
Cause your ass gon'
murder murder
Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Fuck the