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

[ Phats ]
Money to double, in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' cause now we seein you niggas
a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink
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 of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure we say so
My troops turn wacko, through your backdo'
My real, seen a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, with hot niggas
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 your shit imperial, kill niggas'
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the Priest
I got real killer muthafuckas behind me
And I be on top of things
With the I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
and murder beam, niggas 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 niggas for music
So peep game and time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming the heat of the flame

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[ Tech ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his
Can't floss and he blitzed, in his lips
Tossin his in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his and whisper (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 hold a nigga
So I ???? Saafir and me ???? get his shit back
Off with their heads, let them hang
Caught in their beds, let it die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike
For the I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town with a thousand crips
a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can to Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down who you are
Shit, we a livin out of extortin you stars
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, times are
You're broke but you're to steal and break a law
You need not 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, paper, gotta ball
I had to before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military
Right when these suckers ???? start

[ Governor ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Regime Brick niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' get taped up
get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got money', but you don't wanna 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 robust
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 in a two-door Toyota
We splatter over crack cocaine
In the we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll you undressin
Like you was strippin on Western
on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on

[ ]

Regime Life,
rituals
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now where them toy soldiers at? they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there go, watch it
Where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
Get bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the
I spit in face and slap ya, boy
a .38 kidnap ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor
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 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 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 bitch
to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em again
Fuck gold, platinum, nigga, I did that shit
In '95 and '96, so you did ain't shit
go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya
How the fuck you a mack 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 on skid row
Nigga, you L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass gon' get theirs
You from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Regime Life,
Ya bitch!