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 this

[Verse-1:
If you niggaz hate me, why you face me
If you love me, embrace me
No words me, I let the case speak
White 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 whole porch glowin', out the super showing
Our man power, make out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can it
Lovin' my Regime life, California
Put a nigga in the ground, I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em and war ain't no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull guns they run, when that lead came

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris
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: Tech
Surrounded, I don't who to trust, stress might be
comin' 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 my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud broad knowledge
Hot bars from to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and mobbage
Awkward shit I spit, you got (cha)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if inadequate (cha)
Attackers jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You is wack and it's fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker than Shaq and no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who mash for (cha)
Sack of magic shit, feel the (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and bitch

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kaliko]
We 'em Off

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