Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Phats ]
to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like with broke knuckles
It's mo' cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to fiend
I straight pop and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for
Tatted with dragons till I fall, dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm on the for mine
My choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines
On the payroll, the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through your
My life real, 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, them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop
niggas, spillin 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 spit rhymes, mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas'
My whole crew ain't ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas me
And I be obviously on top of
the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary
Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain,
The Dragon real niggas for thug music
So game and next time you speak my name
Be prepared for incoming the heat of the flame

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[ Tech ]
Regime 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 Tech N9na ???? holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely 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 loved you) to kiss
(He down) You get ???? N9ne ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime
Records tryin to hold a nigga back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his back
Off with heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it die
Tech Neen, I'm a for strings by Mike Dean
For the I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips
With a A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 Cent can to Cali and rob nobody
gees catch and send his ass back a cold body
Young guns'll lay ya regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you
Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to and break a law
You need not worry me, I live it raw
A with a cause, flippin 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, grindin
when these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Governor ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas when we come through
Nigga, the Governor got it up, spots get blowed up
Funk Doc, Don, yo, them niggas even showed up
As I rolled up, the nine Glock get up
For the hold-up, the new we fold up
Confiscate drugs, niggas' get taped up
Kids get draped up and bitch the make up
Then I take up all clothes, 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 that hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my robust
Now hold up, car up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter brains crack cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Lane
Nigga, not a question
My uzi a ton, 'll have you undressin
you was strippin down on Western
Killers on the payroll, pockets swoll
Hearts stay cold, why we's on payroll

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Life, niggas
Thug
Life
Thug
Life, nigga

[ ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? There go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? they go, right chea
them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and 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 like Pastor
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name a nigga
Ice Cream Man put flames to a
I figured by now that nigga done been broke off scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin that
All you got is Snoop Dogg and in your click
And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't his shit'
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, need penicillin to
The Lord, Ayatollah, fire 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 platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit
Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya
How the you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody
Nigga, the studio in I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes dopefiend flows
Broke out livin on skid row
Nigga, you L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Life, nigga
Ya bitch!