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.)!

Phats Bossi]

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

[Verse 1:

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women up in linen
I spit this fly since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, it
Smoke-A-Lot click, around wit ounces in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still 50 rockets
nigga knock it
but you to stop it
top notch
I to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like
pushin the 5 whip through the til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you never fuck around wit my shit
my my crew nigga
that hard time
minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time
turnin, pounds into
Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya
Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last trial was kinda
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the
delivered in wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a
ashes to ashes an to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Bossi]

When is usual we pop Christy
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
name me Bossi
my click rich like we the Cosby's
costly
it's cut-throat so a softie
in to head combat
you scared to back
an that
call the Regime we known to pull in black hats
hop out the truck
give a fuck, my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin slow
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be
I was ruff
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip work we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my brother that's
you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
tryin to soak up,
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
never
til we up the plate
extra
for the fence
you too little
your world dance wit mud
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you
big every
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 of gas to douse
light a an flush 'em out
slug count
miss an get stripes took
nigga this is real wit real names written in the black books!

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

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to a quick one, number one?
an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural 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 gettin paper, an investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record
and time will reveal whose holdin the skrill
ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some dollar?
an if on an crackin 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, is distributin max?
spent years over the in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old when I to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(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 cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any wit the bombay
never con-ways
so-right,
New niggas say be John Blazed
I to the ringa
scrapped 'em I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 round
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Summer"
aint fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha clothes fall
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep the function
you really wanna know what we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!