Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from killa kaze)
Now I was in up in memphis on that
real shit
Bullets in chamber, it with anger, paid all my
Dues to the 6
might take your hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol
See crunchy black up in the loading up my
Extra
Coppers got me in a chase, I catch no murder

I over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
the cop
Dj paul looked at me, without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the mane
his neck
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather
memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand 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 mane, razor blade cuttin in my

Maybe I'll be babies, fuck my lady 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', and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like niggas
That can't the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them 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 musical
Killa klan gonna blast them bitches, 'em
When steady pimpin'
Triple 6 warrned your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

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

Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc will
Never
I'm cheffin like an indian and thats the of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this 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,
lets see who's hard
I ask myself the question why these
wanna cramp 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 breakin in half, and blastin 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 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, the
Buckshot through chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and again and worn
To
shit killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared from
Of the corpses that I sufferer, in them

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits
I'll rise back up on you niggas real just
Like the evil
My with evil 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 the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave
In a
The killa klan massacre, leavin them to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of demons young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end