Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged-Out

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

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

[Chorus: Phats

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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in
I spit this fly shit I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin wit ounces in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't it
but you need to it
top shit
I used to cop
rock it up an like La-Bobbitt
the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew
that hard time
minded, posted on the grind shit
that silencer for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin Cristal the bottle
fuck ya
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the
delivered in wrappin
niggas get an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own label
SO THE FUCK IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is we pop Christy
an stack them
ya pockets empty to be me
they me Bossi
my whole rich like we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in head to head
you scared to back
an that
call the we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the truck
give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin slow
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
gang banged an hand
[?] always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my that's kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga get attached
tryin to soak up,
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we got on fuckin up my buisness
never
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you too little
your dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya wide open, watchin you huddle
big every
got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang
in this last day, last hour
chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
light a an flush 'em out
slug count
miss an get your stripes
nigga this is real wit real names written in the black books!

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

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this slick
tryin to touch a quick one, number
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin how we did it
we was born chemists
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more that on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million
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, is distributin max?
spent years the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old when I to disassemble
then a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch wear Maybelline
up peace cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out a skin head at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the
never displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Springer
wit desert eagle, meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 drummer
slit ya throat then we out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust at ya cats makin extreme figures
get for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin clothes
OH! You fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME keep the function poppin
you really wanna know what we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!