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.)!

Phats Bossi]

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

[Verse 1:

Balla
Regime niggas fuck ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, around wit ounces in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, still drivin 50 rockets
nigga don't it
but you to stop it
top shit
I used to cop
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 time shit
minded, posted on the grind shit
that cone for one time shit
turnin, pounds into
drinkin Cristal from the
fuck ya
Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the last was kinda drastic
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
get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when they wit Yuk
I got my own record label
SO THE FUCK IS UP!

[Verse 2: Phats

things is usual we pop Christy
an stack them
ya pockets empty to be me
they name me
my whole rich like we the Cosby's
costly
it's so fuck a softie
in to head combat
you scared to back
an that
call the Regime we known to gats in black hats
hop out the truck
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we be touched
I was ruff
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
hand me my
flip work like we was Trader from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
pray my brother 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
tryin to soak up,
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
never
til we give up the
extra
swing for the
you think too
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, let's all go out wit a
in this last day, this last
kool-aid chest cowards wit they in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
light a flame an 'em out
every slug
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!
Throw up yo hands if you Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First nigga act up, first nigga 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 wit this slick shit
to touch a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was born chemists
wit this, Benjamin big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an started in me
utilized my hustle beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really the skrill
playboy ya lackin, touchin my tax brackets
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 or is ya high cappin?
Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
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
then reassemble a semi-auto 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 wear Maybelline
up peace cuz you know that 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 the same kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any wit the bombay
con-ways displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I been to the
scrapped 'em like I was a on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, meezle
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 fuckin wit Regime
bust gats at ya cats makin extreme
get for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
toes, balls
makin mutha fuckin fall
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!