Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

You caught slippin' crackers goin' your ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your leaking
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 to make a shake
'Cause this the of the bodies, check the murder rate
Money and is the only, that'll be the murder case
So you better him if you don't 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 erased
This murikin' out pussy niggaz 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 are lurkin' these streets ain't safe
The more rounds you nigga the less aim it takes
It's season so you pussies better stay out the way

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

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

4 motha dead bodies laying on the ground
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
Niggaz would leave your motherfuckin' on the burb
This the 80's dawg, niggaz getting murked
you turn you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the grave yard I see a

Not respecting these is what got you niggaz fucked
That oussy nigga about it, he just know how to bring tongue
your dick, suckin' 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 ain't
I know 100 niggaz got choppers but only few would bust
You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the

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