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, do this shit

Gonzoe]
If you hate me, why don't you face me
If you love me, then me
No words from me, I let the case
White all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his faculty
I went, on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the super showing
Our man power, workers out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, every hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend your money, for you ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, 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: Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big
See high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, that lead came

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: 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: Tech
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, might be
comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press
Then dip to the bay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not just broad knowledge
Hot bars Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, hard, and part mobbage
Awkward I spit, you got garbage (cha)
had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if inadequate (cha)
with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, 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 master (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who mash for (cha)
Sack of magic shit, feel the (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter

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

[Verse-3:
We, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this fall off
Nigga..
They crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office like
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm
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 coppers we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or
been to strangers player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with
Let the spray