Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, 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 terroist to the government a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the break of
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no 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
I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm beat the bitch
Then I'm bury bitch
of been talkin' shit
You who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin
She who you fuckin
Now I'm at yo chest
This goes out to all of
All of y'all be shit
Slip the up in the gun
commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya
you niggas fall
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's just petty shit

[Lord
I'm into blood baths, I don't, I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya
Throw you in the dumpsta, catch a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya ta
This is the unda, by yo momma
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 of a black man
Young brotha the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin a grand
Here's the story he got caught wit fire arms
By a ass cop wit his siren awn
He was as a felon made it bigga than state
The whole case fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was by bush
Republican white man, and he give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you
All this palm greasy shit, mane bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the of the car
it was time for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP deane ~2002~