Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from klan kaze)
Now I was coming in up in memphis on
real shit
Bullets in chamber, it with anger, paid all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might take hand, slowly grab to the
grip
See black up in the back loading up my
Extra
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no

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, robbed the dope
Broke his
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, like a
bee
European thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new
For
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford a

Chevy thang with your clip, project the fuckin

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

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

Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my I'm the man
ain't 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
can't pull the trigger, I figure 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'
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your musical
Killa klan gonna them bitches, catchin 'em
they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You best believe I'm ammunition for these
Busta
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp went
to riches
Hustling on the track, my is stackin, 'cause i'm
Breakin
Make my cheese, break your knees
(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 like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, me buck your
Bitch ass, pull your
We late at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's
I ask myself the question why these
Niggas cramp my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and these
up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
Aint the of the month
And we bones in half, and blastin 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
you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a minute when you lie dead, from the
through your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and and home again and worn
To
Pimp shit scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared from
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

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

The anger in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a 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 love

Chorus end