Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury
Givin' him what they gave him, then put him in handcuffs
dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow the police brand up
Outside the court, 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 wrist they put they on
niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we the break of dawn
Trapped in hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your ground here
But If you ain't my hood, get yo ass from round here

(2X)

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

Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, I'll punch ya
hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
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 and you on the stand
And you about the judge the of a black man
Young brotha the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got wit some fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his 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 man, and he don't give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his that was in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, it's bigga than us
Make you be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse ~2002~