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 anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, grab to the
Pistol
See black up in the back loading up my
Extra
got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder

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

Chevy thang with your clip, project the fuckin

'cause show me love, k-rock in the fuckin

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

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

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

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no you're
I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin musical style
klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You best believe I'm packin ammunition for
Busta
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a done went
Rags to
on the track, my ends is stackin, 'cause i'm
Breakin
Make my cheese, bitch break knees
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin is

Bustas to playa hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
change
I'm like an indian and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A wasp
Provoke me, joke me, me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, your card
We creepin late at with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick see who's hard
I ask myself the why these watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and these
Hoes up out they
So brace for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the 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 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, the
Buckshot through your chest,
Fled ripping and and home again and worn
To
Pimp killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
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 pits
I'll back up on you niggas real quick just
Like the dead
My master with powers to devour you bitches
That in hell
I'm with madness form the triple six killa

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

till end