Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

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

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot
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, mine interior
Rippin your imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas me
And I be on top of things
With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never of me
em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real 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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[ Tech ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, please
sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick
Can't and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and in his ship
Talk to his and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga
So I ???? and tellin me ???? get his shit back
Off with their heads, let them high
in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike
For the green I damage spleens, then I "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
Cause gees and send his ass back a cold body
guns'll 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
a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't expect me to score, times are
You're 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 I walked 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
Right when these suckers ???? declinin

[ Governor ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, 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 we fold up
Confiscate drugs, mouths get taped up
Kids get up and bitch up-slapped the make up
I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm gettin money from those that hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my shit
Now up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door
We splatter brains crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a
My uzi a ton, 'll have you undressin
Like you was down on Western
on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on

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Regime Life,
Thug
Regime
Thug
Life, nigga

[ ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
Where them toy at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, it
Get that rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in face and slap ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor
Shame on that nigga for tryin to a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that
But until then I'm killin bitch
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your
You're in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you off and I'm still in this bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin off a villain that's sick
My raps burn ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the
Rappers tired in the game, em retire again
gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so you did ain't shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some shit
eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the in compton I put you on in '84
You was a in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out 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 there smell my hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!