Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the police up
Outside the court, Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a
I can be a terroist to the government a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist put they targets on
Watchin' every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll the dope
And we smoke we till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I your 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 bury bitch
of been talkin' shit
You who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the best
She who you fuckin
Now I'm aimin' at yo
This goes out to all of
All of be talkin' shit
the clip up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you fall
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's just petty shit

Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the rocket 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, play jump up, if ya want ta
is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I also am ya

(2x)

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

Klan (fade out)

RIP deane ~2002~