Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Bossi ]
Money to double, in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with knuckles
It's mo' cause now we seein you niggas
a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
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 people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin nines
On the payroll, the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot your backdo'
My life real, a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, sweatin fo' sho'
So don't push me, is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, they brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to with us
Straight up, get for fuckin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin shit imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas me
And I be on top of things
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 your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited 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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[ N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, 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
to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We wild now) You rewind mine, I'm prime time
Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back
Off with heads, let them hang 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 ]
take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a clips
No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob
gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you
Robbin you for 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 but you're scared to steal and break a law
You need not 'bout 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 down on em, 'bout to drop my on em
It's time for platinum minin, grindin
Right these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk me on part 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 even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine get load up
For the hold-up, the new we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get up
Kids get draped up and bitch 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 gettin 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 over crack
In the court we still came to pay Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll you undressin
Like you was down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on

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Life, niggas
Thug
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

[ ]
Now where them toy at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, 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, actor
Fake non-playin nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your and slap ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for that shit
But then I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and in your click
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 fell off and I'm still in this
Willing to rip the head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
Rappers tired in the game, em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and hatin, ya bitch
How the you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody
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 L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!