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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in pockets
bitches it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50
don't knock it
but you to stop it
top shit
I used to cop
it up an chop like 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 click my nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the shit
cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin from 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 juss like the
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 record
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is usual we pop
an stack Bentley's
ya empty pretending to be me
they name me
my whole click like we the Cosby's
costly
it's cut-throat so a softie
in to head combat
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we known to pull gats in hats
hop out the truck
give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an slow cuts
like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's Cisco
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my brother that's
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
tryin to soak up,
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
finished
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you think too
your world wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you
big down
got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, 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 whole
wit a gallon of gas to
light a flame an 'em out
slug count
miss an get stripes took
nigga is real life wit real names written in the black books!

Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, first gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin out!

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a one, number one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't thats how we did it
we was natural born
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than 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 deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the
ya lackin, aint touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it happen or is ya cappin?
Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the in a mini-factory lab
where pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to
then reassemble a semi-auto pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way in stay Beam
live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the
never con-ways
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 skip out, "I What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin figures
get ready for the Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
toes, balls
makin fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS keep the poppin
you really wanna what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!