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.)!

[Chorus: Bossi]

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

[Verse 1:

Balla
Regime niggas all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 old
on some 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin wit ounces in they pockets
bitches it
we Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
don't knock it
but you need to it
top shit
I to cop bricks
it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 whip the projects til the led 9 spits
you rhyme sick, but you could never fuck around wit my shit
my click my nigga
that hard shit
criminal minded, on the grind shit
that silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds ashes
drinkin Cristal from the
ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last trial was kinda
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola like the package
delivered in triple
niggas get 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!

[Verse 2: Bossi]

When things is we pop Christy
an stack them
ya pockets pretending to be me
they name me
my whole click rich like we the
slippin's
cut-throat so fuck a softie
in head to combat
you scared to bust
an trust
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
alligators an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we can't be
I was ruff
gang an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
me my 'Uervo
flip work like we was Trader Joe's Cisco
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my brother kept
when you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
we juss got on fuckin up my buisness
never
til we give up the
extra
swing for the
you too little
your world dance wit mud
my shit Evian, I love
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you fuckin wit me, all go out wit a bang
in this last day, this 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 an flush 'em out
slug count
miss an get stripes took
nigga this is real wit real names written in the black books!

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

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
since I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to a quick one, number one?
turn an 18 to a 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an than that 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 will reveal whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, 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 if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old I learned to disassemble
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in Beam
never in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Dog! Rogue Dog!
57 venomous!
When I this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get 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 to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Jerry
wit eagle, tech meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
'em wit a 30 round drummer
slit ya throat we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit niggas
bust gats at ya cats makin figures
get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we yo jaw
yo hoes dog
lickin toes,
mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the show you trippin, go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS keep the function
you really wanna know what we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!