Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Klan

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

J]
Late nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in
Motherfuck dem laws, make you put yo hands up
cross the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a
I can be a to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist put they targets on
Watchin' niggas every move, niggas cell phones
Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the
And we gon' smoke we the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to officer 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
Then I'm bury bitch
of been talkin' shit
You knew who you was wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin
She who you been
Now I'm aimin' at yo
This out to all of y'all
All of y'all be talkin'
the clip up in the gun
Then commence to a nig
a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you niggas
Screamin' out like a
Mane just some petty shit

Infamous]
I'm blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya
Throw you in the dumpsta, catch a conquer
don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, 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 about the the life of a black man
Young brotha from the hood it rappin' and
Wit a knot in his 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 made it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by
Republican white man, and he don't a fuck
If the guns his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, lawyers, mane who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga us
Make you wanna be like it hit the trunk of the car
it was time for the jury to star

Killa (fade out)

RIP jesse deane