Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

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

(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
Extra
got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder

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, the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and put up on hoes, stinging like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out leather seats
memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For
Mystic styles loud in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang with your clip, project the fuckin

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

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

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

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemy
That pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin the 6
Now I'm back when I been on the wit the

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

-4x

(mc from killa klan kaze)
I got a street sweeper just to these playa
Hater 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
on the track, my ends is stackin, 'cause i'm
Breakin
Make my cheese, bitch your knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack
change
I'm cheffin like an indian and the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this trick, we stangin like
A wasp
me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin late at night with thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick see who's hard
I ask myself the question why these
wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out they
So brace yourself for the impact of the mack,
Aint the first of the
And we breakin 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
you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches with no
So in a that's when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest,
Fled ripping and stripping and home and worn
To
Pimp shit scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared from
Of the corpses that I sufferer, in them

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

The anger that's in me got me 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 them
When of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No bitch

Chorus end