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

[ Mad Max ]
Who to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for to rock with us
up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju rhymes, strip mine interior
your shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real muthafuckas behind me
And I be on top of things
the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited real for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my
Be prepared for from the heat of the flame

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[ N9ne ]
Regime Killer 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 N9na ???? 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
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his
Talk to his bitch and (he loved you) softer 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 them high
in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, then I "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip a thousand crips
a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
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
you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I it raw
A hustler a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm tall on em
Lookin down on em, to drop my balls on em
It's for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, mouths get taped up
Kids get up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, and paper
You got money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money those that hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my shit
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 in a two-door Toyota
We splatter over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll you undressin
Like you was strippin on Western
Killers on the payroll, stay swoll
Hearts cold, that's why we's on payroll

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Life, niggas
Thug
Life
Thug
Regime Life,

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Now where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, it
Where them toy at? There they go, right chea
Keep bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
I spit in your face and ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a
I figured by now nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are Mystikal-in your click
still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the
Rappers tired in the game, em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did shit
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the you a mack 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
muthafucka out livin on skid row
Nigga, you L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick
Ya
And Dru Down, the Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!