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
Thinkin' project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they 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, the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a
as ya black, and ya wrist they 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 of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no bon
And to that I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from here

(2X)

[Crunchy
I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the
Then I'm gonna 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 y'all be shit
the clip up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you fall
out like a bitch
Mane that's just some petty

Infamous]
I'm into baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty
long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play up, if ya want 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 the judge the life of a black man
Young brotha from the hood it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got wit some 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 made him lose his
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican white man, and he give a fuck
If the wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, who can you trust
All this palm shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse deane