Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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I got some killers on the payroll, and know
When 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
mo' trouble 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 and drink gasoline
what, I'm too sick 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 troops turn wacko, shoot through backdo'
My life real, a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo'
So don't push me, Boss is one cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for to rock with us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip interior
Rippin your shit imperial, niggas' material
My crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real muthafuckas behind me
And I be obviously on top of
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 degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you my name
Be prepared for incoming the heat of the flame

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[ N9ne ]
Killer number 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 these
You stay yellin you'se a merely 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 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 tryin to a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and me ???? get his shit back
Off with their heads, let hang high
Caught in 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 take a out-of-town trip with a crips
With a A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a body
Young lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you
Robbin you for your jewelry, you out your cars
a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't me to score, times are hard
broke but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta
I had to before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, grindin
Right when suckers ???? start declinin

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

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Life, niggas
Thug
Life
Thug
Regime Life,

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Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, it
Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there go, watch it
Get that rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
I spit in face and slap 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 nigga for tryin to steal 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 I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your
And all them other muthafuckas are Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't 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, need penicillin to
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
tired in the game, make em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya
How the fuck you a mack when you down hoes?
At give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with flows
muthafucka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you even from 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 real Mack of the Year, ya nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!