Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

Killa klan, get this, big business,
be a witness

(k-rock killa klan kaze)
Now I was in up in memphis on that
Motherfuckin real
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might your hand, slowly grab to the
grip
See crunchy black up in the back up my
Extra
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no

I pulled over, got my glizz,i took my and
the cop
Dj paul looked at me, without a sweat
haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and put up on hoes, stinging like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got new tape
For
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand bring a

Chevy with your clip, project with the fuckin

'cause show me love, k-rock locked'em in the

Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor cuttin in my

Maybe be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
Rappin' ain't no thang, triple 6 be

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
Been ol'
Finna be cockin', and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I figure pimpin'
That's livin' limpin the triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the wit the

'cause the dj pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your style
Killa klan gonna them bitches, catchin 'em
When they pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna your ass, bitch we have no
witness, fuckin

-4x

(mc mack from klan kaze)
I got a street just to keep these playa
Hater up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention,
Ass nigga as mc

You best believe I'm packin for these
Busta
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp done
to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch your knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack
Never
I'm cheffin like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull your
We creepin late at night with them on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's
I ask myself the question why these
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm on gold and sweatin these
up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
Aint the first of the
And we bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman from klan kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga I'm creepin for
A
When you bitches slips, the clicks, buckin
with no patience
So in a minute when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest,
Fled ripping and stripping and home again and
To
Pimp shit scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared horror
Of the corpses I toture sufferer, in them

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my bitch
I'll rise back up on you niggas quick just
Like the evil
My master with evil to devour you bitches
That burn in
I'm clickin with madness form the triple six

The anger that's in me got me man
I'm I'm creepin, here come the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 and leave bodies
In a
The killa massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young and rip
Them, in
No love

till end