Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Bossi ]
to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble now we seein you niggas
a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to fiend
I straight pop and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too for y'all
Tatted with dragons I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the grind for
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with
On the payroll, apply the when we say so
My troops 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, is one tough cookie
My team Regime, them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot
Rot with a club to your for tryin to rock with us
Straight up, get for fuckin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, mine interior
Rippin 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 obviously on top of
the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited niggas for thug music
So game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the

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[ N9ne ]
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 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 floss and he blitzed, molotow in his
Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? ????
(We now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit
Off their heads, let them hang high
in their beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a crips
a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can come to and rob nobody
Cause catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we a livin out of extortin you stars
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out cars
a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't me to score, times are hard
You're but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, ball
I had to before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, to drop my balls on em
It's for platinum minin, military grindin
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, get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas showed up
As I rolled up, the nine get load up
For the hold-up, the new we fold up
Confiscate drugs, mouths get taped up
Kids get up and bitch up-slapped the make up
I take up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you don't run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that up
Used to drink tea, now my shit robust
Now up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter brains over crack
In the court we came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you
Like you was down on Western
on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why on payroll

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Regime Life,
rituals
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now where them toy soldiers at? There go, right chea
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 nigga that got from the Raptors
I spit in face and slap ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that for tryin 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 then 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
still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin 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 Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the
Rappers tired in the game, make em again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did shit
In '95 and '96, so you did ain't shit
go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down
At videos give a bad-ass a bloody nose
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthafucka out on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even the Big O
This them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin 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!