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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas fuck ya women draped up in linen
I this fly shit since I was 5 years old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin around wit ounces in pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still 50 rockets
nigga don't it
but you to stop it
top shit
I to cop bricks
rock it up an chop like
the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck wit my shit
my click my crew
that hard shit
criminal minded, on the grind shit
that silencer for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin Cristal from the
fuck ya
smokin to the plastic
the trial was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 juss like the package
delivered in triple
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 THE FUCK IS UP!

[Verse 2: Phats

When is usual we pop Christy
an them Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
they name me
my whole rich like we the Cosby's
slippin's
cut-throat so fuck a softie
in head to combat
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we known to pull in black hats
hop out the truck
give a fuck, my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock an bumpin slow cuts
like the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my that's kept
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we got on fuckin up my buisness
never
til we up the plate
extra
swing for the
you too little
world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I trouble
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, you huddle
big every
everybody got guns, let 'em
you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang
in this last day, this last
kool-aid chest wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a of gas to douse
light a flame an 'em out
every count
miss an get your took
nigga this is life wit real names written in the black books!

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

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit slick shit
to touch a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin how we did it
we was born chemists
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya in my pocket an more than that on my wrist
I got my in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started in me
utilized my hustle skills my record deal
and time will whose really holdin the skrill
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 high
Ya betta get to trackin playboy if you packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the in a mini-factory lab
where illegal were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(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 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 caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin head at a?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any wit the bombay
never displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be John
I to the ringa
scrapped 'em I was a guest on Jerry 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 out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit niggas
bust at ya cats makin extreme figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You fuckas dont know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really wanna know time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!