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 coming in up in on that
Motherfuckin shit
Bullets in chamber, it with anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol
See crunchy up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no

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

Chevy with your clip, project with the fuckin

'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
ain't no fuckin thang, triple 6 be

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

-4x

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

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

Bustas trying to playa me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc will
Never
I'm cheffin like an 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 buck
Bitch ass, pull your
We late 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 sweatin
Hoes up out they
So yourself for the impact of the mack, this
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 up in a nigga when I'm creepin for
A
When you slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a minute when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest,
ripping and stripping and home again and worn
To
Pimp killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared from
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 rise back up on you niggas real quick
the evil dead
My with evil powers to devour you bitches
That in hell
I'm clickin with madness form the six killa

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

Chorus end