Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

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

You caught slippin' crackers goin' find ass, not breathing
100 wholes in your ass with your body
Nigga ridin' with 'em drums, for a reason
'Cause down here we in the middle of murking

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 is the only, that'll be the murder case
So you better kill him if you don't want him at your date

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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