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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya draped up in linen
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
click, walkin around wit ounces in they pockets
bitches 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 La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the til the led 9 spits
you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my my crew nigga
that hard shit
criminal minded, on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time
turnin, into ashes
drinkin from the bottle
fuck ya
smokin to the plastic
the trial was kinda drastic
driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola like the package
delivered in wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they wit Yuk
plus I got my own record
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Bossi]

When things is we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
they me Bossi
my whole click like we the Cosby's
slippin's
cut-throat so fuck 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
give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk
now that we ups
alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be
I was raised
banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip work we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
it's my brother that's kept
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga don't get
tryin to soak up,
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we got on fuckin up my buisness
never
til we up the plate
extra
swing for the
you too little
your world dance wit mud
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands open, watchin you huddle
big every
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 cowards wit life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
light a an flush 'em out
every slug
an get your stripes took
nigga this is real 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 hands if you Out!
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged 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!)
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a one, number one?
turn an 18 to a 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
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 hustle skills my record deal
and time will reveal whose really the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some dollar?
an if on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it or is ya high cappin?
Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is max?
spent years the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a semi-auto matic blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

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