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 where chopperz is a

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

Stay on porch 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 murder
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
if you bullshit, you're the one that's getting erased
This murikin' out pussy niggaz in broad day
Where-ever you get caught at that's where you lay

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

Murkin' don't end, this shit year round
It ain't drop, murkin' season never slow down
It's impossible to many choppers around
These young niggaz sick with it on that 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 back down
From what I heard 'em crackers fired 120

4 motha fuckin' dead bodies on the ground
Niggaz on it now, who goin' get off first?
Running your fuck box better, what how you 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
Everywhere you you see dead niggaz ono t-shirts
Everytime I pass by the grave I see a herse

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

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

You got the front game down but you ain't got the nuts
You probably got off before but you ain't wack
This the 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