Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged-Out

(feat. Gonzoe, Phats Bossi, 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 act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out!

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit I was 5 years old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50
nigga don't it
but you to stop it
top shit
I used to cop
rock it up an chop like
pushin the 5 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my crew
that hard time
minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin Cristal the bottle
ya glasses
smokin to the plastic
the trial was kinda drastic
limo got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss the package
delivered in 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 THE FUCK IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is usual we pop
an them Bentley's
ya pockets empty to be me
name me Bossi
my whole rich like 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 to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company
give a fuck, my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we be touched
I was raised
gang banged an cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
hand me my
flip work like we was Trader from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
it's my brother 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 an I'ma take mine

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we got on fuckin up my buisness
finished
til we give up the
extra
for the fence
you think too
your world dance wit mud
my Evian, I love trouble
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 this day, this last hour
kool-aid chest wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a of gas to douse
a flame an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get your stripes
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 hands if you Out!
First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
to touch a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin 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.
wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record
and time will reveal whose really the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some multi-million
an if it's on an crackin my reaction is clappin
is you make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the stove in a lab
where illegal were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I 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 niggas wear
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 caine
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any wit the bombay
con-ways displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I to the ringa
'em like 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 we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime
bust gats at ya makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha clothes fall
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the brain
KILLAS keep the function poppin
you really wanna know time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!