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

[Verse 1:

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

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is we pop Christy
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
they me Bossi
my whole click rich we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's so fuck a softie
in to head combat
you scared to bust
an trust
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the truck
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock alligators an slow cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my brother that's
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
tryin to up, listenin
to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
never
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you too little
your world wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I trouble
start wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this last day, last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they 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 your stripes
this is real life wit real names written in the black books!

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

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
since I was a youngsta 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 born chemists
ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my
got ya life in my an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit 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 my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million
an if on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it 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 pharmaceudicals were sold
I was 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from the same kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out a skin head at a? bahrmistfa?
wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the
con-ways displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be John
I been to the
'em like I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 round
slit ya then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin figures
get ready for the Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin fall
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS keep the function
you really wanna what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!