Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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I got killers on the payroll, and they know
it's time 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' trouble cause now we seein you
Paint a picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash
I straight pop codeine and gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for
Tatted dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My people a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, the pressure when we say so
My turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, bullets fo' sho'
So push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your for tryin to rock with us
up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine
Rippin shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain't ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got real killer muthafuckas behind me
And I be on top of things
With the I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug
So game and next time 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 with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a killer 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 dick in a box of chocolates and in his ship
Talk to his bitch and (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? ????
(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 for strings by Mike Dean
For the I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town with a thousand crips
a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
Cause catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya regardless who you are
Shit, we make a out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you don't expect me to score, are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and a law
You need not worry me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military
Right these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Regime City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get 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 '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 shit
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter brains crack cocaine
In the we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll you undressin
you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay
stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

[ ]

Life, niggas
Thug
Regime
Thug
Life, nigga

[ ]
Now them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch 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 flash ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some for stealin that shit
But until then I'm that bitch
All you got is Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm in this bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to
The Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire
Fuck gold, platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so you did ain't shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some shit
Some eyebrow-risin and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down
At videos give a bad-ass 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 ain't from the Big O
This year them niggas gon' get theirs
You from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!