Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

Killa (8x)
Killa Klan Repeated North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities for each chorus)

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin said
Givin' him what they gave him, then put him in handcuffs
dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, a farakhan
I can be a to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist put they targets on
Watchin' every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the
And we gon' smoke we till the break of
Trapped in this where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' ground
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from here

(2X)

[Crunchy
First I'm gonna the bitch
Then I'm gonna the bitch
Then I'm gonna bitch
Shouldn't of talkin' shit
You knew who you was wit
wit the fuckin best
She who you fuckin
Now I'm at yo chest
goes out to all of y'all
All of be talkin' shit
Slip the up in the gun
commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya
Watchin' you fall
Screamin' out like a
Mane that's just petty shit

[Lord
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine punch ya
hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya ta
is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not do I murder mane I also am bomb ya

(2x)

J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the
And you about the judge the of a black man
Young brotha from the made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a
Here's the story he got caught wit some fire
By a crooked ass cop wit his awn
He was known as a made it bigga than state
The whole case fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for
Because ten ago he was appointed by bush
Republican white man, and he give a fuck
If the guns his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, lawyers, mane who can you trust
All palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse deane