Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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

[ Phats ]
Money to double, in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with knuckles
mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash
I straight pop codeine and gasoline
What what, I'm too for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin to y'all
In pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My choose a life 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 push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a

[ Mad Max ]
Who to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, they brains, rollin with hot niggas
Rot with a to your face 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 crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas me
And I be on top of things
the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the
for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon real niggas for thug music
So peep game and next time you speak my
Be prepared for from the heat of the flame

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[ Tech ]
Regime Killer one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez
On the payroll so I spray those foes, you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech ???? great holes with these
You stay you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off his dick
Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his
Tossin his in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to
(He bows down) You get ???? ????
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me get his shit back
Off with their heads, let hang high
Caught in beds, let it ???? die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike
For the green I damage spleens, then I "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 come to 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 cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you don't expect me to score, are hard
You're broke but scared to steal and break a law
You not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A hustler with a cause, paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
Lookin on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's for platinum minin, military grindin
Right these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Matic ]
Yuk threw me on 2
Regime City niggas mobbin 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 get load up
For the hold-up, the new we fold 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 wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady 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 two-door
We splatter brains over cocaine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Lane
Nigga, it's not a
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you
Like you was down on Western
on the payroll, pockets stay swoll
Hearts stay cold, why we's on payroll

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Regime Life,
rituals
Regime
Lord
Regime Life,

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Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right
Get them bitches, kill them niggas, they go, watch it
them 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 Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
Ductape and ya, boy
and flash ya, boy
Lascerate and ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a
Ice Cream Man put to a nigga
I figured by now that done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm killin bitch
All you got is Snoop and Mystikal in your click
And all them other are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in 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 burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, 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 shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some shit
Some shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the fuck you a mack when you beat down
At videos give a bad-ass bitch a nose
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 from L.A., you ain't even the Big O
year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya nigga
that, huh

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Regime Life,
Ya bitch!