Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Bossi ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, to my hustle
We all back like maniacs with broke knuckles
mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash
I straight pop codeine and gasoline
what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the for mine
My people a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, apply the pressure we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot your backdo'
My life real, seen a man die
And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo'
So don't push me, Boss is one cookie
My team Regime, them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
niggas, spillin they 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 spit rhymes, strip interior
Rippin your shit imperial, niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas me
And I be obviously on top of
With the Regime I'm too clean, it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't heard of me
Burnin em to the degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, choosin your brain, stupid
The recruited real niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you my name
Be prepared for incoming from the 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 those foes, make you get on knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? holes with these
You yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick
Can't and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
Tossin his dick in a box of and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) to kiss
(He down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna mine, I'm prime time
Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and 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 strings by Dean
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 catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya down who you are
Shit, we make a 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 expect me to score, times are
You're broke but scared to steal and break a law
You need not worry 'bout me, I it raw
A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta
I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my on em
It's time for minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, get blowed up
Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the Glock get load up
For the hold-up, the new hundreds we up
Confiscate drugs, mouths get taped up
get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up
Then I take up all clothes, jewels and
You got money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that up
Used to weed tea, now my shit robust
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter brains crack cocaine
In the court we came to pay Judge 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 stay
Hearts stay cold, why we's on payroll

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Life, niggas
Thug
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now where toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea
Get them bitches, them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy at? There they 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 dropped from the
I spit in face and slap ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
and wrap ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I Master P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name a nigga
Ice Cream Man put to a nigga
I by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin that
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in click
And all them other are like Mystikal-in 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 still in bitch
Willing to rip the head off a villain that's sick
My raps like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire
Fuck gold, 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 mack 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 muthafucka out livin on row
Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even the Big O
This year them 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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Regime Life,
Ya bitch!