Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged-Out

(feat. Gonzoe, Bossi, Poppa L.Q., Yukmouth)

Regime nigga!
What!
on it!
9!(Tech 9!)
Uh.
Phats (Phats Boss)
(Gonzoe)
L.Q. (L.Q.)!

[Chorus: Bossi]

up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga drugged out!
up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, nigga gettin drugged out!

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit I was 5 years old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin wit ounces in they pockets
bitches it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50
don't knock it
but you need to it
top notch
I used to cop
rock it up an like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my
my click my nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind
that cone silencer for one time
turnin, into ashes
Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya
Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last trial was kinda
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola like the package
delivered in triple
get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they wit Yuk
I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Bossi]

When things is usual we pop
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the
costly
it's so fuck a softie
in head to head
you scared to back
an that
call the Regime we known to pull in black hats
hop out the company
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock an bumpin slow cuts
like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
gang banged an hand
fightin [?] always showin my guts, my nuts
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my brother that's
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can it some?

[Verse 3:

We got it up
my scratch
it's my turn an I'ma take mine

nigga don't get
tryin to up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
never
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you think too
your dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big every
everybody got guns, let 'em
you wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
a flame an flush 'em out
every slug
miss an get stripes took
nigga is real life wit real names written in the black books!

Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a been wit this slick shit
tryin to a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin how we did it
we was natural chemists
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started in me
my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is
is you gon' it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the stove in a lab
illegal pharmaceudicals were sold
I was 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin head at a?
fuck wit get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any wit the bombay
never displayed
so-right,
New niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry
wit eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime
bust gats at ya cats extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
toes, balls
makin mutha fuckin fall
OH! You fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the nigga
KILLAS keep the function poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!