Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

Killa (8x)
Killa Klan Repeated North 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 jury said
him what they gave him, then 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, Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a
I can be a terroist to the like a taliban
as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin' every move, tappin' niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and bring the dope
And we gon' smoke we till the of dawn
Trapped in this hood where ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from here

(2X)

[Crunchy
I'm gonna catch the bitch
Then I'm gonna beat the
Then I'm gonna bury
Shouldn't of talkin' shit
You who you was fuckin wit
wit the fuckin best
She who you been
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 commence to a nig
Bust a nig, at ya
you niggas fall
Screamin' out a bitch
Mane that's just some petty

Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the rocket launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a
Lord don't, pistol jump up, if ya want ta
is the unda, buried 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
Young brotha from the hood made it and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a
Here's the story he got caught wit fire arms
By a ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga than
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 don't a fuck
If the guns wasn't his that was found in his
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, who can you trust
All this greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the of the car
Deliberation it was for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse deane