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

[Verse 1:

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya draped up in linen
I this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't it
but you to stop it
top notch
I used to cop
rock it up an like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my nigga
that hard time
minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one shit
turnin, pounds into
drinkin from the bottle
fuck ya
Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last was kinda drastic
driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 juss like the package
in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a
to ashes an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Bossi]

When is usual we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya pockets empty to be me
they name me
my click rich like we the Cosby's
costly
it's cut-throat so a softie
in head to combat
you scared to bust
an trust
call the Regime we known to gats in black hats
hop out the truck
give a fuck, my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, 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 that's kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga don't get
tryin to up, listenin
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
never
til we give up the
extra
for the fence
you too little
world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I trouble
wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big every
got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a
in last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the whole
wit a of gas to douse
a flame an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get stripes took
nigga this is real life wit real 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 gettin drugged 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 gettin drugged out!

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number
turn an 18 to a full 36 jokin thats how we did it
we was born chemists
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
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 skills beyond my deal
and time will reveal whose holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some dollar?
an if it's on an crackin then my is clappin
is you make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, is distributin max?
spent over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where pharmaceudicals were sold
I was 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a matic pistol blind fold!

5: Tech N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear
throwin up peace cuz you that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any wit the bombay
never con-ways
so-right,
New York niggas say be John
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a on Jerry Springer
wit eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 drummer
ya throat then we skip 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, told ya'll we yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
makin fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep the poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!