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]

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

[Verse 1:

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

[Verse 2: Phats

things is usual we pop Christy
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets empty to be me
name me Bossi
my whole click rich we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's cut-throat so a softie
in to head combat
you scared to bust
an trust
call the Regime we known to pull gats in hats
hop out the truck
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts
me my 'Uervo
flip like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
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?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
tryin to up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
never
til we up the plate
innings
swing for the
you think too
your world dance wit mud
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya wide open, watchin you huddle
big down
got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang
in last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the whole
wit a gallon of gas to
a flame an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get your stripes
nigga this is real life wit real names written in the books!

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

4: Poppa L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a one, number one?
an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born
ballin wit this, Benjamin big in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my
I got my degree in the of S.C.
wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record
and will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint my tax brackets
you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an crackin then my is clappin
is you make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you ain't
Smoke-A-Lot, is distributin max?
spent years over the in a mini-factory lab
where pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I to disassemble
reassemble a semi-auto 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 niggas wear
throwin up cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust shit 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
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my nigga Yukmouth, 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 Springer
wit desert eagle, meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
toes, balls
makin mutha clothes fall
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe
to the brain
KILLAS keep the function poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!