Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, mayn, It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, 'em off
Ready, let's do shit

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you me
If you love me, then me
No words from me, I let the speak
sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, 'em what I had for 'em
Had the porch glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, make workers out of
leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend your money, for you ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, California
Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the
You pull me over; you get more then the drivers
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw gang nigga, ridah

[Chorus: Kris
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull guns they run, when that lead came

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kaliko]
We 'em off (Echo)
Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh.
Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

[Verse-2: N9ne]
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, might be
Demons in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just knowledge
Hot from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and mobbage
shit I spit, you got garbage (cha)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers with jackets the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is (cha)
You that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You we blacker than Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and who mash for this (cha)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders 'em off and scatter bitch

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris
We 'em Off

Yukmouth]
We, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and came so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch gettin hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; your office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm
I'm on some don shit most of my tracks
And gothic, profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck coppers we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and with elevators
Let the spray