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 shit

Gonzoe]
If you hate me, why don't you face me
If you love me, embrace me
No from me, I let the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the
We hit that man first then his faculty
I went, on 'em, showed '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' every
Gun shots get louder, blocks and the powder
Whole get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can it
Lovin' my Regime life, California
Put a in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
You pull me you get more then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

[Chorus: Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull them guns they run, that lead 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, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne,

[Verse-2: Tech
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, I bust, yes likely
Load the back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get
This odd god is not just broad knowledge
Hot from Oxnard to Park 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 inadequate (cha)
with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You is wack and it's fact, this 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 hackers who for this (cha)
Sack of magic shit, the fanaticness (cha)
Regime kill 'em off and scatter bitch

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

[Verse-3:
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
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz hauled off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch this slowly off
Nigga..
foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb 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 coppers we still representin' that shit
The mob we don't with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the metal