Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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I got some killers on the payroll, and they
When time to handle business, nigga, lay low

[ Bossi ]
Money to double, in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you
Paint a vivid-ass picture, spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink
what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to
In this I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, with nines
On the payroll, apply the when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through backdo'
My life real, seen a man die
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo'
So don't push me, is one tough cookie
My team Regime, them shots 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 club to face for tryin 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 killer muthafuckas behind me
And I be obviously on top of
With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder
Glocks and 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 and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the

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[ Tech ]
Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos N9na ???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off his dick
floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to
(He down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm time
Records tryin to hold 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 strings by Mike
For the I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a trip with a thousand crips
With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand
No 50 Cent can come to and rob nobody
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, times are
You're broke but you're scared to and break a law
You not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, ball
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm tall on em
down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military
when these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Regime City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas showed up
As I rolled up, the Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' get taped up
Kids get draped up and up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and
You got 'cash money', but you don't run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up
to drink weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter over crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills
Nigga, it's not a
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you
you was strippin 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
Thug
Life, nigga

[ ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, it
Where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, it
Get bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I in your face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
and wrap ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for to steal a name from a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a
I figured by now that nigga done been off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until I'm killin that bitch
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm in this bitch
to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick
My raps burn like ghonorrhea, penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
tired in the game, make em retire again
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya
How the you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a in dirty-ass 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 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!