Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the brand up
the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the like a taliban
as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the
And we gon' smoke we till the of dawn
Trapped in 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 gonna catch the
Then I'm gonna beat the
I'm gonna bury bitch
Shouldn't of been talkin'
You knew who you was wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin
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 to bust a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you fall
Screamin' out like a
Mane that's just petty shit

Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket
Can you stand the pain, insane, hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a
Lord don't, pistol play up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, by yo momma
Not only do I mane 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
Young 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 crooked ass cop wit his awn
He was known as a felon it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed him lose his faith
Picture this, now the he got hatred for crooks
Because ten ago he was appointed by bush
Republican man, and he don't give a fuck
If the guns wasn't his was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga 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 deane