Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

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

[Verse-1:
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you me
If you love me, embrace me
No words from me, I let the speak
White all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his drop
I went, on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the porch glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, make out of cowards
Focus leave a beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend your money, for you 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 the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

[Chorus: Kris
We catchin 'em slippin' and war no big games
See high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, when 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, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne,

[Verse-2: N9ne]
Surrounded, I know who to trust, stress might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, I bust, yes likely
Load the 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 just knowledge
Hot bars from to Park College
Part raw shit, hard, and part 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 jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You is wack and it's fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You slackers got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker than Shaq and ain't no shit (cha)
We and hackers who mash for this (cha)
Sack of magic shit, the fanaticness (cha)
Regime kill 'em off and scatter bitch

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

[Verse-3:
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and came 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 this slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, to rumble
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don 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 that block shit
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 metal