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]

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

[Verse 1:

Balla
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh shit
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50
don't knock it
but you need to it
top notch
I to cop bricks
rock it up an chop La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip through the til the led 9 spits
nigga you sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my my crew nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, on the grind shit
that cone silencer for one shit
turnin, pounds into
drinkin Cristal from the
fuck ya
Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last was kinda drastic
limo 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 blasted an put in a
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, they fuck wit Yuk
I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

[Verse 2: Phats

When is usual we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya pockets empty to be me
they me Bossi
my whole rich like we the Cosby's
costly
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in to head combat
you scared to bust
an that
call the we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the truck
give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock alligators an slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be
I was ruff
gang banged an hand
fightin [?] always showin my guts, my nuts
hand me my
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
pray my brother that's kept
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
tryin to up, listenin
to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
finished
til we up the plate
innings
swing for the
you think too
your dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you
big every
got guns, let 'em ring
you wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this last day, last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
light a an flush 'em out
slug count
miss an get your took
nigga this is real life wit names written in the black books!

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

4: Poppa L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this shit
tryin to touch a 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 heads in my
got ya life in my an more than that on my wrist
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 will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, touchin 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 or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a 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 cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin head at a?
wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any nigga wit the
con-ways displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Springer
wit eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 round
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 for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin 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 brain
REGIME KILLAS keep the poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!