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 in up in memphis on that
real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, grab to the
Pistol
See crunchy black up in the loading up my
Extra
got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder

I over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
the cop
Dj looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope
his neck
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging 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 your clip, project with the fuckin

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

Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor cuttin 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
Been ol'
be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemy
That can't pull the trigger, I this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin the 6
Now I'm when 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
klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When they pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, we have no
witness, fuckin

-4x

(mc mack from killa kaze)
I got a street sweeper to keep these playa
Hater niggas up off my
But yet I'm always the 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
Breakin
Make my cheese, bitch break knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
change
I'm cheffin like an indian and thats the of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this trick, we stangin like
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,
Trick lets see who's
I ask myself the question why watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out clothes
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
the first of the month
And we breakin in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

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

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

The anger that's in me got me man
I'm I'm creepin, here come the scan man
Sneakin in to a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
In a
The killa klan massacre, them bitches to rot
In them
vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end