Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

Killa (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated North Memphis, Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for chorus)

J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, red
about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow the police brand up
the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a
I can be a to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya they put they targets on
Watchin' every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll the dope
And we smoke we till the break of dawn
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 round here

(2X)

[Crunchy
First I'm gonna catch the
I'm gonna beat the bitch
Then I'm bury bitch
Shouldn't of been talkin'
You who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the best
She who you fuckin
Now I'm aimin' at yo
goes out to all of y'all
All of be talkin' shit
the clip up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas
out like a bitch
Mane that's just petty shit

Infamous]
I'm blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin launcher
Can you the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a
don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, buried by yo
Not only do I murder I also am bomb ya

(2x)

J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the
And you about the judge the life of a man
Young brotha from the made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket least a grand
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 turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican white man, and he don't a fuck
If the wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you
All this palm greasy shit, it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like it hit the trunk of the car
it was time for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse ~2002~