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 Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do shit

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you me
If you me, then embrace 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, showed 'em I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the super sports
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every
Gun shots get louder, over and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you ass can count it
Lovin' my life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw gang nigga, ridah

[Chorus: Kris
We 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull them they 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, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

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

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they came so to 'em all off
up, I'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch slowly fall off
Nigga..
They crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to
Shapin' bumbles hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don shit most of my horrifying
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit,
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck coppers we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player haters can't us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs elevators
Let the metal