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, let's do this

[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 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 sports showing
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I the sirens
You me over; you get more then the drunk drivers
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 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 don't know who to trust, stress be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes
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 broad knowledge
Hot from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, hard, and part mobbage
Awkward shit I spit, you got (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 snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is (cha)
You that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker than Shaq and no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who mash for (cha)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
up, I'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch gettin hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch slowly fall off
Nigga..
foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers
But I'm loud and obnoxious; your office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don shit most of my horrifying
And gothic, profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, bitch, we got it locked bitch
Fuck them we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or
Bitches been to strangers haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and with elevators
Let the spray