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.)!

Phats Bossi]

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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women up in linen
I spit 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 in they pockets
bitches it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll drivin 50 rockets
nigga knock it
but you need to it
top shit
I to cop bricks
it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9
nigga you rhyme sick, but you never fuck around wit my shit
my click my nigga
that time shit
criminal minded, on the grind shit
cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into
drinkin Cristal the bottle
ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last trial was kinda
driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola like the package
delivered in triple
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: Phats

When things is we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the
costly
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in head to combat
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate 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 showin my guts, my nuts
hand me my
work like we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my brother kept
you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga don't get
tryin to up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
never
til we give up the
extra
swing for the
you think too
your world wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love trouble
wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a
in this day, this last hour
chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
a flame an flush 'em out
every slug
miss an get your took
nigga this is real life wit real names in the black books!

Throw up yo hands if you Out!
First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First act up, first nigga gettin drugged 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 been wit slick shit
tryin to a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't thats 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 in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' 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
illegal pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a head at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the
con-ways displayed
so-right,
New York say be John Blazed
I to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry
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 niggas
bust gats at ya makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
lickin toes,
mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the nigga
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really wanna what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!