Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man to our world
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 case
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the
We hit that man then his faculty drop
I went, on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the super sports
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus leave a beans, smokin' every hour
Gun get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever we jailin'
Gonzoe your money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, violence
Put a in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull them guns they run, when that 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
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes
Load the cock 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 just broad
Hot from Oxnard to Park College
raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage
Awkward 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 with jackets snakin the bat in of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who for this (cha)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime kill 'em off and scatter bitch

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

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they came so to 'em all off
up, I'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm
I'm on don shit 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 representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs elevators
Let the metal