Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man 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 hate me, why don't 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, on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the sports showing
Our man power, make out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend money, for you bitch ass can count it
my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drivers
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

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

Ad-Libs: Kris 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, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne,

[Verse-2: N9ne]
Surrounded, I know who to trust, stress might be
Demons in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press
Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get
This odd god is not fraud just knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park
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 crack if inadequate (cha)
Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You slackers got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who mash for (cha)
Sack of magic shit, the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter

[Pre-verse Kris 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 hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And this slowly fall off
Nigga..
foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off 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 that block shit
The mob we don't fuck with no or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with
Let the metal