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

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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women 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
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in they
bitches it
we ridin Benz's, still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't it
but you to stop it
top shit
I used to cop
it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you never fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew
that hard time
criminal minded, on the grind shit
that cone for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin Cristal the bottle
fuck ya
smokin to the plastic
the last trial was drastic
limo 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 an put in a casket
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

When is usual we pop Christy
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
they name me
my click rich like we the Cosby's
costly
it's so fuck a softie
in head to combat
you scared to bust
an that
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the truck
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
gang banged an cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
pray it's my brother kept
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we got on fuckin up my buisness
never
til we give up the
extra
swing for the
you too little
world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands open, watchin you huddle
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang
in last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the whole
wit a of gas to douse
light a an flush '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 nigga act up, nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo if you 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!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin how we did it
we was natural chemists
ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle beyond my record deal
and time reveal whose really holdin the skrill
ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is
is you gon' make it or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear
up peace cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin head at a?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my Yukmouth, Thugged 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
leave 'em wit a 30 drummer
slit ya throat then we 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, ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin fall
OH! You fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe
to the nigga
REGIME keep the function poppin
you really wanna know what we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!