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 shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take hand, slowly grab to the
grip
See crunchy black up in the loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't no murder

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

Chevy thang with your clip, project with the

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

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

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

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
Been ol'
Finna be cockin', attackin' and
And droppin' these like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I this pimpin'
That's them 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
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your style
Killa klan gonna blast them bitches, 'em
they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You believe I'm packin ammunition for these
Busta
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp went
Rags to
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 sawed off in my game, but mc will
change
I'm cheffin an indian 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 night with them on the
Roody-poo,
lets see who's hard
I ask the question why these watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm on gold and sweatin these
up out they clothes
So brace for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the first of the
And we breakin bones in half, and bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman from klan kaze)
no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin for
A
When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks,
with no patience
So in a minute when you lie dead, from the
through your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them
Scared horror
Of the corpses that I sufferer, in them

The morning, the crying, 'cause they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits
I'll back up on you niggas real quick just
Like the dead
My master with evil powers to you bitches
That burn in
I'm clickin with madness the triple six killa

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

Chorus end