Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Bossi ]
Money to double, in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs broke knuckles
mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin turned to cash fiend
I pop codeine and drink gasoline
what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the for mine
My people choose a life of crime, with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through backdo'
My real, seen a man die slow
And I can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one tough
My team Regime, pumpin shots out a hooptie

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

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[ Tech ]
Regime Killer one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your
For the pesos Tech N9na great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he to fuck, so off with his dick
floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get N9ne ????
(We wild now) You rewind mine, I'm prime time
Records 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 fiend for strings by Mike
For the I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand
No 50 can come to Cali and rob nobody
Cause catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you
you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
broke but you're scared to steal and break a law
You not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, ball
I had to crawl before I but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for minin, military grindin
when these suckers ???? start declinin

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

[ ]

Life, niggas
Thug
Life
Thug
Life, nigga

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

[ ]

Life, nigga
Ya bitch!