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
real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly to the
Pistol
See black up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no

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

Chevy thang with your clip, project 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 savin babies, fuck my I'm the man
Rappin' ain't no fuckin thang, 6 be

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
Been ol'
Finna be cockin', attackin' and
And droppin' these like enemy niggas
That pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' limpin the triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the wit the

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin'
I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your style
Killa gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You best believe I'm packin ammunition for
snitches
Stangin, robbin, no thing, a pimp done went
to riches
Hustling on the track, my is stackin, 'cause i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to playa me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc will
change
I'm cheffin like an indian and the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin late at night with them on the
Roody-poo,
lets see who's hard
I ask myself the why these watermelon
Niggas wanna cramp my
Jealous 'cause I'm on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out clothes
So brace for the impact of the mack, this
the first of the month
And we bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman from killa kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga I'm creepin for
A
When you slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches no patience
So in a that's when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home again and
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 they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my bitch
I'll back up on you niggas real quick just
Like the dead
My master with evil powers to devour you
That in hell
I'm with madness form the triple six killa

The that's 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 ditches
vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end