Luyện nghe bài hát Murkin Season

Ey, I'd like to 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 body leaking
Nigga with 'em drums, nigga for a reason
'Cause down here we in the middle of season

Stay on your nigga if you ain't ready to make a shake
this the home of the bodies, check the murder rate
Money and ski's is the only, that'll be the case
So you better kill him if you don't want him at court date

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

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

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

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

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

That nigga sending pussy, you got a lot of nerves
Niggaz would leave your brains on the burb
This ain't the 80's dawg, niggaz murked
Everywhere you turn you see niggaz 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 about it, he just know how to bring tongue
Runnin' your dick, suckin' lips would get you up

I know plenty niggaz like you that done got
You talking 'cause you got a chopper nigga that ain't enough
I know 100 niggaz that got choppers but only few bust
You got the mouth of a killa but you ain't got the

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