Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, red
about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma you put yo hands up
Don't the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we up
I can be a leader, the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll the dope
And we gon' we till the break of dawn
in this 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 catch the
Then I'm beat the bitch
Then I'm gonna bury
Shouldn't of talkin' shit
You knew who you was wit
Fuckin wit the best
She who you been
Now I'm aimin' at yo
goes out to all of y'all
All of be talkin' shit
Slip the up in the gun
commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya
Watchin' you niggas
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's just some petty

[Lord
I'm into blood baths, I don't, I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin launcher
Can you the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord a conquer
don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, buried by yo
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 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 he got caught wit some fire arms
By a ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga than
The whole case turned fed made him lose his
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 was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you
All palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the of the car
it was time for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse ~2002~