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: Phats

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

1: Yukmouth]

Balla
Regime niggas all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit since I was 5 old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, keep it top secret, it
Smoke-A-Lot click, around wit ounces in they pockets
bitches it
we Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
nigga knock it
but you need to it
top shit
I to cop bricks
rock it up an like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never around wit my shit
my my crew nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the grind
that silencer for one time shit
turnin, into ashes
drinkin Cristal the bottle
ya glasses
smokin Black-N-Milds to the
the last trial was kinda
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 juss like the package
delivered in wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own label
SO THE FUCK IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is usual we pop
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets pretending to be me
name me Bossi
my whole click rich like we the
slippin's
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in to head combat
you scared to bust
an trust
call the we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the truck
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an bumpin cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was raised
gang banged an hand
fightin [?] always my guts, flexin my nuts
me my 'Uervo
flip work we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray my brother that's kept
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to locate my an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
finished
til we up the plate
extra
swing for the
you think too
your world wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love trouble
wisperin wit ya hands wide open, watchin you huddle
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a
in this day, this last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a of gas to douse
a flame an flush 'em out
every slug
miss an get your stripes
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 drugged 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 gettin 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)
Ever I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, number
turn an 18 to a full 36 ain't jokin how we did it
we was natural born
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit paper, an started investin in me
utilized my hustle beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax
you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an crackin my reaction is clappin
is you gon' make it or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years the stove in a mini-factory lab
where pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old I learned to disassemble
then reassemble a matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in Beam
live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same kinda caine grinda
wit a
out like a skin head at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit N9ne get out
Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q., Gonzoe
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any wit the bombay
never displayed
so-right,
New York say be John Blazed
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"
nobody fuckin wit Regime 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,
makin mutha fuckin fall
OH! You fuckas dont know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME keep the function poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!