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: Bossi]

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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in
I this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, around wit ounces in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll drivin 50 rockets
don't knock it
but you to stop it
top shit
I to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like
pushin the 5 whip the projects til the led 9 spits
you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my my crew nigga
that hard time
criminal minded, posted on the grind
cone silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into
drinkin Cristal from the
fuck ya
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last trial was kinda
driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 juss like the package
delivered in triple
niggas get an put in a casket
ashes to an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Phats

things is usual we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya empty pretending to be me
name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the
slippin's
it's so fuck a softie
in to head combat
you scared to back
an that
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company
give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
pray it's my brother that's
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga don't get
tryin to up, listenin
to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we got on fuckin up my buisness
never
til we give up the
innings
swing for the
you think too
your dance wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love trouble
start wisperin wit ya wide open, watchin you huddle
big every
everybody got guns, let 'em
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 house
wit a gallon of gas to
a flame an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get your stripes
nigga this is real life wit names written in the black books!

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

4: Poppa L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit slick shit
tryin to touch a one, number one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more that on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started in me
my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint 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 ain't
Smoke-A-Lot, is distributin max?
years over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal were sold
I was probably 10 old when I learned to disassemble
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay
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 shit got a of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a head at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any nigga wit the
never con-ways
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Springer
wit desert eagle, tech
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 drummer
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know 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
toes, balls
makin mutha clothes fall
OH! You fuckas dont know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really wanna what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!