Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from killa kaze)
Now I was in up in memphis on that
Motherfuckin shit
in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might take your hand, grab to the
grip
See crunchy up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no

I pulled over, got my glizz,i my hand and
the cop
Dj paul at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope
his neck
Ox and put up on hoes, stinging like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out leather seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new
For
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford a

Chevy thang with your clip, with the fuckin

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

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

Maybe I'll be 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 these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I figure this
That's livin' them the triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the wit the

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no you're
Trippin I'm no lip
I'm droppin your musical style
Killa klan gonna blast bitches, catchin 'em
When steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna your ass, bitch we have no
witness, fuckin

-4x

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

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

Bustas trying to hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
Never
I'm cheffin like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin
A wasp
me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin late at with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see hard
I ask myself the question why these
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and sweatin
up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the impact of the mack,
the first of the month
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 when I'm for
A
When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks,
Bitches no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, the
Buckshot your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them
from horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

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

The that's in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here come the man
in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
In a
The klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In them
When of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No bitch

till end