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

[ Phats ]
Money to double, in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash
I straight pop codeine and drink
what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this 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 troops turn wacko, through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die
And I still can't sleep, sweatin fo' sho'
So don't me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, with hot niggas
Rot with a to your face for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get for fuckin with us
superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill 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
Wait for recoupin, choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited niggas for thug music
So game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming the heat of the flame

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[ Tech ]
Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech ???? 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 and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his
to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne
(We wild now) You wanna mine, I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his back
Off with their heads, let them high
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
With a A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
Cause gees catch and send his ass back a body
Young guns'll lay ya down who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of 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, are hard
You're broke but you're to steal and break a law
You need not worry me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin on em
down on em, 'bout to drop 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 niggas mobbin when we through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, get blowed up
Funk Doc, Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get up
For the hold-up, the new we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get up
Kids get draped up and bitch the make up
I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up
Used to weed tea, now my shit robust
Now up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter brains over cocaine
In the court we still to pay Judge 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, why we's on payroll

[ ]

Regime Life,
rituals
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now them 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 bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put to a nigga
I figured by now nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin bitch
All you got is Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm in this bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya
How the fuck you a mack when you beat hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass a bloody nose
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes dopefiend flows
muthafucka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get
You from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!