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

[Verse-1:
If you hate me, why don't you face me
If you love me, then me
No words me, I let the case speak
sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the super sports
Our man power, make out of cowards
leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
Whole get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, California
Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the
You pull me over; you get more the drunk drivers
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

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

[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 know who to trust, stress be
Demons comin' in on me tight, I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud broad knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park
Part raw shit, part hard, and part
Awkward shit I spit, you got (cha)
had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is (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)
Sack of magic shit, feel the (cha)
Regime riders 'em off and scatter bitch

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

[Verse-3:
We, 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they came so to '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 crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on don shit most of my tracks horrifying
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit,
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers player haters can't us
We hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the metal