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 your hand, grab to the
grip
See black up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I catch no murder

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

Chevy thang your clip, project with the fuckin

'cause show me love, k-rock in the fuckin

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

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

Shootin' up me block, me glock, it woulda
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', attackin' and
And these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I figure this
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 your musical style
Killa klan gonna blast bitches, catchin 'em
they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You best believe I'm packin for these
snitches
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp went
to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack 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, me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, your card
We creepin at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
lets see who's hard
I ask myself the question why watermelon
wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on and sweatin these
up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
Aint the first of the
And we breakin bones in half, and bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga I'm creepin for
A
When you slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches with no
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, the
Buckshot through chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and again and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them
Scared horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

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

The anger in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, come the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and bodies
In a
The killa massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In them
When vengeance of slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end