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

[ Phats ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my
We all fight back like maniacs broke knuckles
It's mo' cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for
with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
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 real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one cookie
My team Regime, pumpin shots out a hooptie

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

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[ Tech ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great with these
You stay you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off his dick
floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime
Qwest tryin to hold a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit
Off with their heads, let them hang
Caught in their beds, let it die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike
For the green I damage spleens, 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 lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, you out your cars
a plague, I rob before I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
You're but you're scared to steal and break a law
You not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, to drop my balls on em
It's for platinum minin, military grindin
Right these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas showed up
As I up, the nine Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and bitch the make up
Then I take up all clothes, and paper
You got money', but you don't wanna 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 up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter brains over crack
In the court we came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll you undressin
Like you was strippin on Western
Killers on the payroll, stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why on payroll

[ ]

Regime Life,
Thug
Life
Thug
Life, nigga

[ ]
Now where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
I spit in face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
and flash ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a
Ice Cream Man put flames to a
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin shit
But until then I'm killin that
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like your click
still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, 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 platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat hoes?
At videos give a bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the in compton I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out on skid row
Nigga, you L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick
Ya
And Dru Down, the Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!