Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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I got killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to business, nigga, lay low

[ Phats ]
to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash
I straight pop codeine and gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for
Tatted with dragons 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 pressure we say so
My turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die
And I still sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one tough
My Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock the murder plot of a cop killer
niggas, spillin they brains, rollin 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, niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the Priest
I got real killer 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, niggas never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still your brain, stupid
The Dragon real niggas for thug music
So peep and next 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 back up in this bitch with
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 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 dick in a box of chocolates and in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) to kiss
(He 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 tellin me get his shit back
Off with their heads, let hang high
Caught in their beds, let it die
Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand
No 50 Cent can come to and rob nobody
Cause gees catch and his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your
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 and break a law
You need not worry me, I live it raw
A hustler a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin on em
Lookin on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
time for platinum minin, military 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, spots get up
Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I up, the nine Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and up-slapped 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 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 over crack
In the court we still came to pay Judge Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you
Like you was down on Western
Killers on the payroll, stay swoll
stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

[ ]

Regime Life,
rituals
Regime
Thug
Life, nigga

[ ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right
Get them bitches, them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, it
Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be
Fake non-playin Basketball that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on 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 until then I'm killin bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your
And all other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click
still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you off and I'm still in this bitch
to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't
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 give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the in compton I put you on in '84
You was a in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't from the Big O
This them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down smell my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Regime Life,
Ya bitch!