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 with anger, all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might take hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol
See crunchy black up in the 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 looked at me, nervously without a
haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and put up on hoes, stinging like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new
For
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the ford bring a

Chevy thang 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
Rappin' ain't no thang, triple 6 be

Shootin' up me block, me glock, it woulda
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', and poppin'
And droppin' coppers like enemy niggas
can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them the triple 6
Now I'm back I been on the track wit the

'cause the dj pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm droppin musical style
Killa klan blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When they steady
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You best believe I'm ammunition for these
snitches
Stangin, robbin, no thing, a pimp done went
Rags to
on the track, my ends is stackin, 'cause i'm
Breakin
my cheese, bitch break your knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to playa me, but they cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
Never
I'm cheffin like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we like
A wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, me buck your
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin late at night with them on the
Roody-poo,
Trick see who's hard
I ask myself the question why these
wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and these
Hoes up out they
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
Aint the of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
There's no up in a nigga when I'm creepin for
A
When you slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
with no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, the
Buckshot your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home 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, 'cause eternally they
The (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch
I'll rise back up on you niggas real just
the evil dead
My master with evil powers to you bitches
burn in hell
I'm clickin with madness form the 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 mac-10 bomb and leave
In a
The klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end