Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

You slippin' crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 in your ass with your body leaking
Nigga ridin' 'em drums, nigga for a reason
down here 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 is the only, that'll be the murder 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
if you bullshit, you're 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 as these goons are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you shoot nigga the aim it takes
It's murkin' so you pussies better stay out the way

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

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

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

That nigga sending pussy, you got a lot of nerves
Niggaz would your motherfuckin' brains on the burb
ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked
Everywhere you you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the yard I see a herse

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

I know plenty like you that done got touched
You talking loud 'cause you got a chopper nigga ain't enough
I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few bust
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 got off before but you ain't wack nothing
the wrong place to play games dawg, the streets real
Trying to impress a mothafucker would get you nigga
Murking season is official, now this for real