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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still 50 rockets
don't knock it
but you need to it
top notch
I used to cop
rock it up an like La-Bobbitt
the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my nigga
that hard shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind
that cone for one time shit
turnin, pounds ashes
drinkin Cristal from the
ya glasses
smokin to the plastic
the last was kinda drastic
limo got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola like the package
delivered in wrappin
get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Bossi]

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

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
finished
til we give up the
extra
for the fence
you think too
world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you
big down
got guns, let 'em ring
you wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this day, this last hour
kool-aid chest wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a of gas to douse
light a flame an 'em out
every slug
an get your stripes took
nigga this is real life wit 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 gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, nigga 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)
since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't thats how we did it
we was natural born
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my an more than that on my wrist
I got my in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the
playboy ya lackin, touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is
is you gon' make it happen or is ya cappin?
Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal were sold
I was 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

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