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 coming in up in on that
Motherfuckin shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might your hand, slowly 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 pulled over, got my glizz,i took my and
the cop
Dj paul looked at me, nervously a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the mane
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
styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang with your clip, project with the

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

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

Maybe be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
Rappin' no fuckin thang, triple 6 be

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

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin'
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm your musical style
Killa klan gonna blast them bitches, 'em
When they pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

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

Bustas to playa hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack
change
I'm like an indian and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me your
ass, pull your card
We creepin at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's
I ask the question why these watermelon
Niggas cramp my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and 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,
Bitches with no
So in a minute that's you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest,
Fled and stripping and home again and worn
To
Pimp killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my bitch
rise back up on you niggas real quick 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 that's in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, come the scan man
in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
In a
The killa klan massacre, them bitches to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end