Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, 'em off
Ready, let's do this

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz me, why don't you face me
If you me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the speak
sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, 'em what 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' hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole get surrounded, whatever breathin' 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 drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw gang nigga, Regime

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 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: Tech
Surrounded, I know who to trust, stress might be
Demons in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not a fuck, press tightly
dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to College
Part raw shit, hard, and part mobbage
shit I spit, you got garbage (cha)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's (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 scrappers and who mash for this (cha)
Sack of magic shit, feel the (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and bitch

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

[Verse-3:
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they came so to 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And this slowly fall off
Nigga..
They crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers
But I'm and obnoxious; Bomb your 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, profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked
Fuck them coppers we still representin' block shit
The mob we don't with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player haters infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with
Let the spray