Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, the Regime 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 me, why don't you face me
If you me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the
We hit man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, make out of cowards
Focus leave a beans, smokin' every hour
Gun get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend money, for you bitch ass can count it
my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the
You pull me over; you get more the drunk drivers
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw gang nigga, ridah

[Chorus: Kris
We 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games
See they high, inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, when 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
comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud broad knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park
Part raw shit, hard, and part mobbage
Awkward shit I spit, you got (cha)
had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers with snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, is immaculate (cha)
You that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker than and ain't no master shit (cha)
We and hackers who mash for this (cha)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and bitch

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

[Verse-3:
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
niggaz gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And this slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don shit of my tracks horrifying
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit,
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck no perpetrators or imitators
been to strangers player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs elevators
Let the metal