Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

You caught crackers goin' find your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body
ridin' with 'em drums, nigga 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 home of the bodies, check the rate
Money and is the only, that'll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don't him at your court date

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

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

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

Lil cuzin' 12 and all he is murkin' now
Old lady said she got up by that chopper sound
Say she got on her bed and laid 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 words

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

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

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