Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

Killa (8x)
Killa Klan Repeated North 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 jury said
Givin' him they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the brand 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 like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist put they targets on
Watchin' niggas move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the of dawn
Trapped in hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know stompin' ground here
But If you ain't my hood, get yo ass from round here

(2X)

[Crunchy
I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the
Then I'm gonna bury
Shouldn't of been shit
You who you was fuckin 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 shit
Slip the up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's just petty shit

[Lord
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya
you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, 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 about the judge the life of a man
brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a in his pocket weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got caught wit some fire
By a crooked ass cop wit his awn
He was known as a felon it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed him lose his faith
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 wanna be like fuck it hit the of the car
Deliberation it was for the jury to star

Klan (fade out)

RIP jesse deane