Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

You caught slippin' crackers goin' your ass, not breathing
100 in your 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 to make a shake
'Cause the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
and ski's is the only, that'll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don't want him at court date

If you you better come with 'em choppers and don't 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 they say nigga no face, no case
As long as these are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you shoot nigga the aim it takes
murkin' season so you pussies better stay out the way

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

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 back down
From what I heard 'em crackers 120 rounds

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

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

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

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

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