Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

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

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

If you comin' you better come with 'em choppers and fake
'Cause if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting
niggaz murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day
Where-ever you get caught slippin' at that's you lay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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