Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow 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 like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we the break of dawn
in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that I know your stompin' ground here
But If you from my hood, get yo ass from round here

(2X)

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

[Lord
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord a conquer
Lord don't, pistol play up, if ya want ta
is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I murder I also am bomb ya

(2x)

J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the
And you the judge the life of a black man
brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
Wit a in his pocket weighin least a grand
Here's the story he got caught wit some fire
By a ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga state
The whole turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican white man, and he give a fuck
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
you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the to star

Klan (fade out)

RIP jesse ~2002~