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 memphis on
Motherfuckin shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it anger, paid all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might take hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol
See black up in the back loading up my
Extra
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't no murder

I over, got my glizz,i took 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 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 bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang with your clip, project the fuckin

'cause show me love, locked'em in the fuckin

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, witta me glock, it
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', and poppin'
And droppin' these like enemy niggas
That pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin the 6
Now I'm back when I on the track wit the

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no you're
Trippin I'm no lip
I'm droppin your musical style
Killa klan gonna blast bitches, catchin 'em
they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, we have no
witness, fuckin

-4x

(mc mack from killa kaze)
I got a street just to keep 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 ammunition for
Busta
Stangin, robbin, no thing, a pimp done went
to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, i'm
Breakin
Make my cheese, bitch your knees
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin is

Bustas trying to hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc will
change
I'm cheffin like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, me buck your
Bitch ass, pull card
We late at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see hard
I ask myself the question why watermelon
Niggas cramp my pimpin
Jealous I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these
up out they clothes
So yourself for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the of the month
And we breakin in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga when I'm for
A
you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a that's when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and and home again and worn
To
Pimp shit killa the man, I leave them bitches
from horror
Of the corpses that I sufferer, in them

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

The anger in me got me crazed 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 them
When of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No bitch

Chorus end