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 shit

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz me, why don't you face me
If you love me, then me
No words from me, I let the case
sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the super showing
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you ass can count it
my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, I ambush the sirens
You pull me you get more then the drunk drivers
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw gang nigga, ridah

[Chorus: Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull them they run, when that 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, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

[Verse-2: N9ne]
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress 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 broad
Hot from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and mobbage
Awkward shit I spit, you got (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 the bat in back 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 than Shaq and ain't no shit (cha)
We scrappers and who mash for this (cha)
Sack of magic shit, feel the (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, '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 hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this fall off
Nigga..
foundation crumble 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 '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, bitch, we got it locked bitch
Fuck them coppers we representin' that block shit
The mob we fuck with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player haters can't us
We getting' hell of paper, and with elevators
Let the spray