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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit 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 ounces in pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50
nigga knock it
but you need to it
top notch
I used to cop
it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could fuck around wit my shit
my click my nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind
that cone for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin Cristal the bottle
ya glasses
smokin to the plastic
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
delivered in wrappin
get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to an dust to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own label
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya empty pretending to be me
they me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the
slippin's
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in to head combat
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we known to pull gats in hats
hop out the company
give a fuck, my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
gang banged an hand
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader from 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?

3: Gonzoe]

We got it up
my scratch
it's juss my 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
extra
swing for the
you too little
your world wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I trouble
wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big down
got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang
in last day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a of gas to douse
a flame an flush 'em out
every slug
miss an get your took
nigga this is real life wit names written in the black books!

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

4: Poppa L.Q.]

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

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch wear 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 same kinda pain grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any wit the bombay
never displayed
so-right,
New York say be John Blazed
I to the ringa
scrapped 'em I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, tech
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody wit Regime niggas
gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin clothes
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME keep the function poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!