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

[Verse 1:

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

[Verse 2: Phats

When things is usual we pop
an them Bentley's
ya pockets empty to be me
they me Bossi
my whole click like we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's so fuck a softie
in head to head
you to bust back
an that
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company
give a fuck, my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we be touched
I was raised
gang banged an hand
[?] always showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip like we was Trader Joe's 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 make it

[Verse 3:

We got it up
my scratch
it's juss my turn an 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 give up the
extra
swing for the
you think too
world dance wit mud puddles
my shit Evian, I love
wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this last day, last hour
kool-aid cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the whole
wit a gallon of gas to
light a flame an 'em out
every slug
miss an get your took
this is real life wit real names 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 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 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 heads in my
got ya life in my pocket an than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my skills beyond my record deal
and will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit multi-million dollar?
an if on an crackin then my reaction is clappin
is you gon' it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin 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
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay 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 kinda caine grinda
wit a
out like a skin head at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit get snuffed out
Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any wit the bombay
never con-ways
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry
wit desert eagle, tech
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 round
slit ya then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit Regime
gats at ya cats makin extreme figures
get for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
lickin toes,
makin mutha fuckin clothes
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the nigga
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really wanna know what we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!