Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury
Givin' him what gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the brand up
Outside the court, Norf and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a
I can be a terroist to the government like a
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put 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 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 round here

(2X)

[Crunchy
First I'm gonna catch the
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 been
Now I'm aimin' at yo
This 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
Watchin' you fall
out like a bitch
Mane that's 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 stand the pain, insane, bounty
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a
Lord don't, pistol jump up, if ya want ta
is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I mane I also am bomb ya

(2x)

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

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse deane