Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from klan kaze)
Now I was coming in up in on that
Motherfuckin real
Bullets in chamber, it with anger, paid 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, 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 leather seats
memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For
Mystic 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 blade in my

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

Shootin' up me block, me glock, it woulda
Been ol'
be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I this pimpin'
That's livin' them the triple 6
Now I'm back when I on the track wit the

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

-4x

(mc from killa klan kaze)
I got a sweeper 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 packin ammunition for
Busta
Stangin, robbin, no thing, a pimp done went
Rags to
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin is

Bustas to playa hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
change
I'm cheffin an indian and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull your
We creepin late at night with them on the
Roody-poo,
lets see who's hard
I ask myself the question why watermelon
Niggas wanna cramp my
Jealous I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out they
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
Aint the first of the
And we bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
There's no love up in a when I'm creepin for
A
When you bitches slips, the 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 again and
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 eternally torment
The burning (shhhh) in the of my pits bitch
I'll rise back up on you niggas quick just
Like the dead
My master with evil to devour you bitches
burn in hell
I'm clickin with form the triple six killa

The anger that's in me got me man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, 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