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

[Verse-1:
If you niggaz me, why don't you face me
If you me, then embrace me
No from me, I let the case speak
White sheets all on block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the sports showing
Our man power, workers out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, every hour
Gun get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend money, for you bitch ass can count it
my Regime 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

[Chorus: Kris
We catchin 'em and war ain't no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull them guns they run, when that lead

[Pre-verse 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, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

[Verse-2: Tech
Surrounded, I don't who to trust, stress might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press
Then dip to the bay parlay my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just knowledge
Hot bars Oxnard to Park College
raw shit, part 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 crack if it's (cha)
with 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 back to the red and 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 kill 'em off and scatter

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
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
Bitch niggaz hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch this slowly off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete
I'm raise in the struggle, to rumble
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don shit most of my tracks
And gothic, profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them coppers we still that block shit
The mob we don't fuck no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player haters infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and with elevators
Let the spray