Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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I got some on the payroll, and they know
it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low

[ Bossi ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, to my hustle
We all back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the
Nigga, I'm Bossi, done turned to cash fiend
I pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to
In this pitfall I'm on the for mine
My people choose a of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the when we say so
My troops turn wacko, through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo'
So don't push me, Boss is one cookie
My team Regime, them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock us
up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip interior
Rippin your shit imperial, niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the Priest
I got some real muthafuckas behind me
And I be on top of things
With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a scene
Glocks and beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain,
The Dragon recruited niggas for thug music
So peep game and next you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming the heat of the flame

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[ N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this with Yukmeez
On the so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech ???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his
Can't and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of and walk in his ship
to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne
(We wild now) You wanna mine, I'm prime time
Qwest tryin to hold a nigga back
So I Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back
Off with heads, let them hang high
in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town with a thousand crips
With a A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
Cause catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and a law
You need not worry me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, to drop my balls on em
time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we through
Nigga, the Governor got it up, spots get blowed up
Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get up
Kids get draped up and up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and
You got 'cash money', but you wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that up
Used to weed tea, now my shit robust
Now up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door
We splatter over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Mills Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was strippin on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets swoll
Hearts cold, that's why we's on payroll

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Life, niggas
Thug
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got from the Raptors
I spit in your and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a from a nigga
Ice Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm that bitch
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this
to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick
My raps like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the
Rappers tired in the game, make em again
Fuck gold, platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do amazin shit
eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass a bloody nose
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down smell my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!