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: Phats

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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in
I this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin wit ounces in they pockets
jock it
we Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
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 through the projects til the led 9 spits
you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my nigga
that hard time
criminal minded, posted on the grind
that cone silencer for one shit
turnin, pounds ashes
drinkin from the bottle
fuck ya
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last trial was kinda
driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss the package
in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a
ashes to an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own label
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Phats

When is usual we pop Christy
an stack them
ya empty pretending to be me
they name me
my whole click rich we the Cosby's
costly
it's cut-throat so a softie
in head to combat
you scared to bust
an that
call the Regime we known to pull gats in black
hop out the company
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock an bumpin slow cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip work like we was Trader from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
pray it's my that's kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga don't get
tryin to up, listenin
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
finished
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you too little
your world wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love 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 day, this last hour
kool-aid cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the whole
wit a gallon of gas to
light a flame an 'em out
every count
an get your stripes took
nigga this is real life wit real written in the black books!

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

4: Poppa L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number
turn an 18 to a full 36 jokin thats how we did it
we was natural chemists
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than 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, touchin my tax brackets
you wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an then my reaction is clappin
is you make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay 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 got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda pain grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any nigga wit the
con-ways displayed
so-right,
New niggas say be John 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 then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats extreme figures
get ready for the Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin fall
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe
to the nigga
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really wanna know time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!