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

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

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin 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 rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the 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 scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real niggas for music
So peep game and time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the of the flame

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[ N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos N9na ???? great holes with these
You yellin 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
his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his 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 back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit
Off with their heads, let them high
Caught in beds, let it ???? die
Neen, I'm a fiend 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
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand
No 50 Cent can come to and rob nobody
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
you for your jewelry, snatchin 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 to steal and break 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 tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to my balls on em
It's for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them even showed up
As I up, the nine Glock get load 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 up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that 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 court we still came to pay Judge Mills
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 stay cold, why we's on payroll

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Regime Life,
Thug
Regime
Thug
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 them toy soldiers at? they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be
non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I Master P like Pastor Troy
on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a
I figured by now that nigga been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your
And all them other muthafuckas are like your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his
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
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 amazin
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya
How the fuck you a when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the in compton 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 year them bitch-ass gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you there smell 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!