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 crowded
And where chopperz is a

You slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with body leaking
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, for a reason
'Cause here 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
Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the case
So you better kill him if you don't him at your court date

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

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

Murkin' season end, this shit year round
It ain't never drop, season 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 down
From what I 'em crackers fired 120 rounds

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

That sending threats pussy, you got a lot of nerves
would leave your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting
Everywhere you turn you see niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I by the grave yard I see a herse

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

I know plenty niggaz like you done got touched
You talking loud 'cause you got a nigga 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 game down packed but you ain't got the nuts
You got off before but you ain't wack 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