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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in
I this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh
toss ya bitch, it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still 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 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck wit my shit
my click my nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one time
turnin, pounds ashes
drinkin Cristal the bottle
ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last trial was kinda
limo got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 juss like the package
in triple wrappin
niggas get an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they wit Yuk
plus I got my own label
SO THE FUCK IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When is usual we pop Christy
an stack them
ya pockets pretending to be me
they name me
my whole click like we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's so fuck a softie
in head to combat
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we known to pull in black hats
hop out the company
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be
I was ruff
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, my nuts
hand me my
work like 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 debt an we can make it

[Verse 3:

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

nigga don't get
to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
never
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you think too
world dance wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love trouble
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 this last day, this hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
light a an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get your took
nigga this is real life wit real names written in the books!

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

4: Poppa L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this shit
tryin to a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was born chemists
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more that on my wrist
I got my in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an investin in me
utilized my hustle skills beyond my record
and time will reveal really holdin the skrill
ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you wit some thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it happen or is ya cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is max?
spent years over the stove in a lab
where illegal were sold
I was probably 10 old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of 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
Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any nigga wit the
never con-ways
so-right,
New niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on 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 out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin clothes
OH! You mutha fuckas 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!