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

[Verse-1:
If you niggaz hate me, why you face me
If you love me, embrace me
No words from me, I let the speak
White sheets all on block, who callin' the shots
We hit man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, 'em what I had for 'em
Had the porch glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can 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 drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
gang nigga, Regime ridah

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

[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: N9ne]
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes
Load the back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud broad knowledge
Hot from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and part
Awkward shit I spit, you got (cha)
had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's (cha)
Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You slackers that got in the 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)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders 'em off and scatter bitch

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

Yukmouth]
We, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they so to break 'em all off
up, I'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this fall off
Nigga..
foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your 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 can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and with elevators
Let the metal