Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

Ey, I'd like to all you motherfuckers man
To the home of the goons,where the grave yards crowded
And where chopperz is a

You caught slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not
100 wholes in your ass with your body
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, for a reason
'Cause down here we in the middle of murking

Stay on your porch nigga if you ain't ready to a shake
'Cause this the home of the bodies, the murder rate
Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder
So you better kill him if you don't want him at your court

If you comin' you come with 'em choppers and don't fake
'Cause if you bullshit, the one that's getting erased
This niggaz murikin' out pussy in broad day
Where-ever you get slippin' at that's where you lay

And like they say no face, no case
As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't
The rounds you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
It's murkin' season so you pussies stay out the way

Murkin' season don't end, shit year round
It ain't never drop, season never slow down
It's impossible to many choppers floating
These young they sick with it on that 4 pound

Lil cuzin' 12 and all he is murkin' now
Old lady said she got woke up by that sound
Say she got on her bed and back down
From what I heard 'em crackers 120 rounds

4 motha fuckin' dead bodies laying on the
Niggaz bettin' on it now, who get off first?
Running your box better, what how you choose your words

That nigga sending threats pussy, you got a lot of
Niggaz would your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
This ain't the dawg, niggaz getting murked
you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the grave I see a herse

Not these streets is what got you niggaz fucked
That oussy nigga ain't about it, he know how to bring tongue
your dick, suckin' lips would get you chopped up

I know niggaz like you that done got touched
You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper that ain't enough
I 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few would bust
You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the

You got the front down packed but you ain't got the nuts
You probably got off before but you ain't nothing
the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
Trying to impress a mothafucker get you nigga killed
Murking season is official, now shit for real