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 pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma you put yo hands up
cross the line, yellow take the police 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 a taliban
as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the
And we gon' we till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from here

(2X)

[Crunchy
First I'm catch the bitch
Then I'm beat the bitch
Then I'm gonna bitch
Shouldn't of talkin' shit
You who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin
She who you fuckin
Now I'm at yo chest
goes out to all of y'all
All of be talkin' shit
Slip the up in the gun
Then to bust a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's some petty shit

Infamous]
I'm blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty
long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a
Lord don't, play jump 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 and you on the stand
And you about the the life of a black man
Young 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 ass cop wit his siren awn
He was as a felon made it bigga than state
The whole turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the he got hatred for crooks
ten years ago he was appointed by bush
Republican man, and he don't 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 than 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 jesse deane