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

[Verse-1:
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you me
If you love me, embrace me
No words me, I let the case speak
White all on your 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 porch glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we
Gonzoe spend money, for you bitch ass can count 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
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em and war ain't no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you
We pull them guns they run, that 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 who to trust, stress might be
comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
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 just broad
Hot bars Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and part
Awkward shit I spit, you got (cha)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if inadequate (cha)
Attackers with jackets 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 Shaq and ain't no shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who for this (cha)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime kill '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
Bitch niggaz gettin off
off the kid of the mob boss
And this slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most humble
But I'm loud and Bomb 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, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them coppers we still representin' that block
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or
been to strangers player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with
Let the metal