Luyện nghe bài hát Killin Season

In the house
For the 9 to the 6

To bitch-ass niggas
We know your residential

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to this
Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the
baby gangster on the block
159 reasons to bust you the dirty glock
It like rain, so I'm wettin
Your hood, of course, no remorse, better jettin
No need for fuckin with the when I'm goin down
please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the
Which I stash by my dick
set-trippin, reminiscin
Bout my homies who from the park
From casual to
up the homie as a teardrop falls
No time for back-trackin, cause work calls
be given, where you livin, unforgiven
My mentality's like the has risen
Hit your with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin
Your mama, daddy, your old annie-granny
Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the
Aw shit, fire spits out the of the mac
I send you on a trip where you won't be comin back
I pops a nigga, and I'm cheesin
'96 is the season

murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Murder murder murder...
Geah, on

I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody
The got me stuck in '85
Park boy straight (right)
caps back to collect my stripes
From the 3rd to the cly', back to taper
Niggas through, they get nothin but the vapors
please, 159 gees
Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss
And ain't no stoppin b.g. from the c-p-t
Dippin around, fool, where I be
disrespect, makes me chuckle
Represent the hood on my belt buckle
Chalkin up points, on joints, I roll through
the mentality of fuckin you
Niggas on niggas, we need to
Say it ain't no peace, just piece on yo ass like flies on shit
So fool, don't
I be playin connect the dot on your chest
For no apparent
'96 is the season

Murder murder
Kill kill (3x)

Little
bam
Da foe
And

Murder murder
It stop
Murder murder
Till your ass drop
murder murder

on

Time flies when drive-by's
Cause it takes a sec
For boom bam to the tec
Not givin a fuck if the clip is
If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 me
I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches
Niggas duckin, that nigga buckin
You can't compete, your whole catch the blues
You gon' pay muthafuckin dues
And ain't no stoppin the clip is through
If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass definitely die too
Caught the slug in the back of the
Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma ya
Niggas on the run got my back, and that's
Like tee that gives me permission to act a fool
(just clownin) no need to run for protection
Catch that ass dippin when we slippin the inner section
be transformin like trees, and
Another dead, it's the season

murder murder
It stop
murder murder
Till your ass drop
murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Fuck the
murder murder
It stop
Murder murder
Till your ass gon'
Murder murder
But ain't all
murder murder
Cause ass gon' fall

Compton is this

You know the fuck we from
Ugh

Original cmw in the house
You how we do it
for that ass for the 9 to the 6
Mc
Dj
Tha
hawk & bird
Da foe
Bam
My tom
My ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin
in this muthafucka

Y'all how we do it
For the 9 to the 6,
And you better watch the out
Cause we know your muthafuckin spots

Ugh

Murder murder
It don't
Murder murder
Cause your ass drop
murder murder
Murder murder
It don't
murder murder
Fuck the