Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

You caught slippin' crackers find your ass, not breathing
100 in your ass with your body leaking
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, nigga for a
'Cause down we in the middle of murking season

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

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

And like say nigga no face, no case
As long as these goons are lurkin' these streets safe
The more you shoot nigga the less aim it takes
It's murkin' so you pussies better stay out the way

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

Lil 12 and all he talking is murkin' now
Old said she got woke up by that chopper sound
Say she got on her bed and laid back
what I heard 'em crackers fired 120 rounds

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

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

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

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

You got the front game down packed but you ain't got the
You probably got off before but you ain't wack
the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you killed
Murking season is official, now shit for real