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 ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my
We all fight back like maniacs with knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you
a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash
I pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for
Tatted with dragons till I fall, dick to y'all
In pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure 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 push me, is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop
Drop niggas, spillin brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a to your 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, niggas' material
My crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some killer muthafuckas behind me
And I be on top of things
With the I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin in the infirmary
for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The recruited real niggas for thug music
So peep game and 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 this with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech ???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his
Can't 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) softer to
(He bows down) You get ???? ????
(We wild now) You wanna mine, I'm prime time
Qwest tryin to hold a nigga back
So I Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back
Off their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their 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 Cali and rob
gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out 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 scared to steal and a law
You need not 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl before I but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to my balls on em
It's time for minin, military grindin
Right when suckers ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas showed up
As I up, the nine Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' get taped up
Kids get up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady 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 two-door
We splatter brains crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Mills Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll you undressin
Like you was down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets stay
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on

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Regime Life,
rituals
Regime
Thug
Regime Life,

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

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!