Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, the Regime 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 hate me, why don't you face me
If you me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the case
White sheets all on your block, who the shots
We hit man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em 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' hour
Gun shots get louder, blocks and the powder
spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can it
Lovin' my life, California violence
Put a in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw gang nigga, Regime

Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big
See high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, when lead came

Ad-Libs: 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 know who to trust, stress be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes
Load the back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud broad knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to College
Part raw shit, part hard, and mobbage
Awkward 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)
with jackets 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 Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We and hackers who mash for this (cha)
Sack of shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders 'em off and scatter bitch

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
niggaz gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this slowly off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm
I'm on some don shit most of my tracks
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit,
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them coppers we representin' that block shit
The mob we don't with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers haters can't infiltrate us
We hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the spray