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, let's do this

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

Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big
See they high, inside, I see you shivering
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: N9ne]
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress be
Demons comin' in on me tight, I bust, yes likely
Load the cock nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get
This odd god is not fraud broad 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 if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers jackets snakin the bat in back 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 we blacker than Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who for this (cha)
Sack of shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter

[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 niggaz hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation 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 office like
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm
I'm on some don shit most of my horrifying
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit,
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them coppers we still representin' that block
The mob we fuck with no perpetrators or imitators
been to strangers player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with
Let the metal