Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To them niggas
We know your residential

The red dot's on dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the
Original baby on the block
159 reasons to bust you with the glock
It looks rain, so I'm wettin
Your hood, of course, no remorse, start jettin
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 and the clip
Which I stash by my dick
set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who died the park
From to short
up the homie as a teardrop falls
No for back-trackin, cause hood work calls
be given, where you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's the dead has risen
Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to it
Not givin a damn, fool, the fuckin bullet
Your mama, your daddy, old annie-granny
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 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 straight (right)
caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', then to taper
rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors
Bitch please, 159
Fill bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
And ain't no this b.g. from the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, where I be
disrespect, makes me chuckle
Represent the hood on my fuckin belt
Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I through
the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
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 muthafuckin chest
For no apparent
'96 is the killin

Murder murder
kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

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

on

Time flies doin drive-by's
it only takes a sec
For boom bam to the tec
Not a fuck if the clip is empty
If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm 2 with me
I hear sirens, tires screechin, screamin
Niggas duckin, that nigga buckin
You can't compete, whole street catch the blues
You pay some muthafuckin dues
And no stoppin till the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, your 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
that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section
Niggas be like trees, and
Another dead, it's the killin

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

Compton is bitch

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 ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
My nigga mike t in the house
in this muthafucka

Y'all how we do it
For the 9 to the 6,
And you better the fuck out
Cause we know muthafuckin residential spots

Ugh

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