Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

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

Gonzoe]
If you hate me, why don't you face me
If you me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the case
White all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man then his faculty drop
I went, on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the porch glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, workers out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every
Gun shots get louder, over and the powder
Whole get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can it
my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, I ambush the sirens
You me over; you get more then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
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 guns 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, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne,

[Verse-2: N9ne]
Surrounded, I know who to trust, stress might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes
the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud broad knowledge
Hot bars Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and part
Awkward shit I spit, you got (cha)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is 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 Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and who mash for this (cha)
Sack of shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch

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

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they came so to 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch this fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the 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 don shit most 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' that block
The mob we don't fuck with no or imitators
been to strangers player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the spray