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 Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do shit

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you me
If you me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the 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 super showing
Our man power, workers out of cowards
Focus a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe your money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the
You me over; you get more then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw gang nigga, Regime

Kris Kaliko]
We 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games
See high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns run, when 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 know who to trust, stress might be
comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just broad
Hot bars from Oxnard to College
Part raw shit, part hard, and 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 it's (cha)
Attackers with snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is 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 Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and who mash for this (cha)
Sack of shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime kill 'em off and scatter bitch

[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
till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch this fall off
Nigga..
They foundation in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, to rumble
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We 'em off with 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 representin' that block shit
The mob we fuck with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player haters can't us
We hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the spray