Luyện nghe bài hát Be a Witness

(killa kaze)

Killa klan, get this, big business,
Motherfucker be a

(k-rock from klan kaze)
Now I was coming in up in memphis on
Motherfuckin real
Bullets in chamber, fill it anger, paid all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman might your hand, slowly grab to the
grip
See black up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I catch no murder

I over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
the cop
Dj looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out leather seats
memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For
Mystic bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang your clip, project with the fuckin

'cause show me love, k-rock locked'em in the

Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor cuttin in my

Maybe I'll be babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
ain't no fuckin thang, triple 6 be

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like niggas
That can't the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin the 6
Now I'm when I been on the track wit the

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no you're
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your musical
klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When steady pimpin'
6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

(mc mack from klan kaze)
I got a street sweeper just to these playa
Hater up off my back
But yet I'm the center of attention, pimpin'
Ass known as mc

You best believe I'm packin ammunition for
snitches
Stangin, robbin, no thing, a pimp done went
Rags to
Hustling on the track, my is stackin, 'cause i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, break your knees
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin is

Bustas trying to hate me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc will
Never
I'm cheffin an indian and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we like
A wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me your
Bitch ass, pull card
We late at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
lets see who's hard
I ask the question why these watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out clothes
So brace for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the of the month
And we bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga I'm creepin for
A
When you slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
with no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, the
Buckshot your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and and home again and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave bitches
Scared from
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally they
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my bitch
I'll back up on you niggas real quick just
the evil dead
My master with evil powers to devour you
burn in hell
I'm clickin with form the triple six killa

The anger that's in me got me man
I'm I'm creepin, here come the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 and leave bodies
In a
The killa klan massacre, leavin them to rot
In them
vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

Chorus end