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

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

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, with hot niggas
Rot with a club to face for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine
Rippin your shit imperial, kill material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas 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
Burnin em to the third degree, niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited niggas for thug music
So peep and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for from the heat of the flame

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[ Tech ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in bitch with Yukmeez
On the so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great with these
You stay you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his
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 rewind mine, I'm prime time
Qwest 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 fiend for strings by Mike
For the I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down who you are
Shit, we a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, you out your cars
a plague, I rob before I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to steal and a law
You not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my on em
It's time for minin, military 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 up, spots 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' mouths get up
Kids get draped up and bitch the make up
Then I up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my shit
Now up, car patrolled up
It was 12 in a two-door Toyota
We splatter brains crack cocaine
In the we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi a ton, 'll have you undressin
you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, stay swoll
Hearts cold, that's why we's on payroll

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Life, niggas
Thug
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
Where them toy at? There they go, right chea
them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
I in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
and wrap ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor
Shame on that nigga for to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin 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 Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers in the game, make em retire again
gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin
Some eyebrow-risin and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass a bloody nose
Nigga, the in compton I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend
Broke muthafucka out on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you even from the Big O
This year bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya nigga
that, huh

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Regime Life,
Ya bitch!