Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

Killa (8x)
Killa Klan Repeated North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for 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
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we 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' niggas every move, tappin' niggas phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the break of
in this hood 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
I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm beat the bitch
I'm gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of talkin' shit
You knew who you was wit
wit the fuckin best
She who you been
Now I'm at yo chest
goes out to all of y'all
All of be talkin' shit
Slip the up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
Bust a nig, at ya
you niggas fall
Screamin' out like a
that's just some petty shit

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

(2x)

J]
Picture this, you a and you on the stand
And you about the judge the life of a man
brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin a grand
the story he got caught wit some fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his awn
He was known as a felon made it than state
The whole case turned fed him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican man, and he don't give a fuck
If the wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you
All this greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
it was time for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse deane