Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury
Givin' him they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll the dope
And we gon' smoke we the break of dawn
Trapped in hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't my hood, get yo ass from round here

(2X)

[Crunchy
First I'm gonna the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the
I'm gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of been shit
You knew who you was wit
Fuckin wit the best
She who you been
Now I'm at yo chest
This out to all of y'all
All of y'all be shit
the clip up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas
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 the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer
Lord don't, pistol jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I 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 weighin least 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 made it bigga than state
The case turned fed made him lose his faith
this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican white man, and he don't give a
If the guns wasn't his that was in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, who can you trust
All palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be fuck it hit the trunk of the car
it was time for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP deane ~2002~