Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from killa 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 take your hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol
See crunchy black up in the back 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 paul looked at me, without a sweat
Carlo got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, like a
bee
European chevy pop out woodgrain leather seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got new tape
For
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the ford bring a

Chevy thang with your clip, project the fuckin

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

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

Maybe I'll be 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'
be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like niggas
That can't the trigger, I figure 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 you're
I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your style
klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we no
witness, fuckin

-4x

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

You best I'm packin ammunition for these
snitches
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp went
to riches
Hustling on the track, my is stackin, 'cause i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to playa hate me, but cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
Never
I'm cheffin like an indian and thats the of
I'm in
I'm wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A wasp
Provoke me, me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick see who's hard
I ask the question why these watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
'cause I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out they
So yourself for the impact of the mack, this
the first of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin
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 slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a minute that's you lie dead, from the
Buckshot your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home again and
To
Pimp killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
from horror
Of the corpses I toture sufferer, in them

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally they
The (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch
I'll rise back up on you niggas quick just
Like the evil
My with evil powers to devour you bitches
burn in hell
I'm clickin 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 a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
In a
The killa klan massacre, leavin them to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of demons young bitches and rip
Them, in
No bitch

Chorus end