Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Phats ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, to my hustle
We all fight like maniacs with broke knuckles
mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to 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 life of crime, pistol-pushin nines
On the payroll, apply the when we say so
My turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo'
So don't me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them out a hooptie

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

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[ N9ne ]
Regime Killer one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos N9na ???? great holes with these
You stay you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he to fuck, so off with his dick
Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his
Tossin his in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to
(He bows down) You get N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime
Qwest Records to hold a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his back
Off with their heads, let them hang
Caught in their beds, let it die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip a thousand crips
a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
Cause gees catch and 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 your jewelry, snatchin you out 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 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 time for platinum minin, grindin
when these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Governor ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime City niggas mobbin when 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 hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' 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 that up
Used to weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door
We splatter over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you
you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why on payroll

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Life, niggas
Thug
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

[ ]
Now where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There go, right chea
them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got from the Raptors
I in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name a nigga
Ice Cream Man put to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin bitch
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in 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 head off a that's sick
My raps burn ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
Rappers in the game, make em retire again
Fuck gold, platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so you did ain't shit
Niggas go platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down
At videos give a bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out livin on row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even the Big O
This them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
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!