Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

Killa (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated 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
him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo up
Don't the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a
I can be a terroist to the government a taliban
as ya black, and ya wrist they 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 this where 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 gonna bury
Shouldn't of been talkin'
You knew who you was wit
Fuckin wit the best
She who you been
Now I'm aimin' at yo
This goes out to all of
All of be talkin' shit
Slip the up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
Bust a nig, at ya
Watchin' you fall
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's some petty shit

[Lord
I'm into blood baths, I don't, I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket
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, pistol play jump up, if ya 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
Young brotha from the hood made it and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a
Here's the story he got caught wit fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his awn
He was known as a felon it bigga than state
The whole turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
white man, and he don't give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his that was found in his
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you
All this palm shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the of the car
Deliberation it was time for the jury to

Klan (fade out)

RIP jesse deane