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, let's do this

[Verse-1:
If you niggaz hate me, why you face me
If you love me, embrace me
No words me, I let the case speak
sheets 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 whole porch glowin', out the super sports
Our man power, make workers out of
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the
spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, violence
Put a nigga in the ground, I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw gang nigga, Regime

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

[Verse-2: Tech
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress be
comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, tightly
Then dip to the bay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
odd god is not fraud just broad knowledge
Hot bars Oxnard to Park College
raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage
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 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 than and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who for this (cha)
Sack of magic shit, the fanaticness (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
till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this slowly off
Nigga..
foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm in the struggle, ready to rumble
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb 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, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
them coppers we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or
Bitches been to strangers player can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with
Let the metal