Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin 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 take the police up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we up
I can be a leader, the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya they put they targets on
niggas 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 of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no bon
And to that officer I know stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass round 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
This goes out to all of
All of y'all be talkin'
the clip up in the gun
Then to bust a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane just some petty shit

[Lord
I'm into 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
Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya ta
This is the unda, by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I 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 hood 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 turned fed him lose his faith
this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican white man, and he don't a fuck
If the guns his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, who can you trust
All this greasy shit, mane it's 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 jesse deane