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!
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in
I spit this fly since I was 5 years old
on some 'ol Osh Bi'Gosh shit
toss ya bitch, it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin wit ounces in they pockets
bitches it
we ridin Benz's, still drivin 50 rockets
nigga knock it
but you need to it
top notch
I to cop bricks
rock it up an 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 crew
that hard shit
criminal minded, posted on the shit
that silencer for one time shit
turnin, pounds into
drinkin from the bottle
ya glasses
smokin to the plastic
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
get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when fuck wit Yuk
I got my own record label
SO WHAT THE IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When things is usual we pop
an stack them
ya pockets pretending to be me
name me Bossi
my click rich like we the Cosby's
costly
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in head to head
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we to pull gats in black hats
hop out the truck
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock an bumpin slow cuts
juss like the Sho Nuff, we be touched
I was ruff
gang banged an hand
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
hand me my
flip work we was Trader Joe's from Cisco
optimo, now X-O
fightin my [?] for
pray it's my brother that's
when you owe, pay ya an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
tryin to up, listenin
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on fuckin up my
finished
til we give up the
extra
for the fence
you think too
your world wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love trouble
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 last
kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the
out
[?] the whole
wit a gallon of gas to
light a flame an 'em out
slug count
miss an get your took
nigga this is life wit real names written in the black books!

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

[Verse 4: L.Q.]

(Check it)
Ever since I was a youngsta been wit this 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
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
got ya life in my an more than that on my wrist
I got my degree in the of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an investin in me
my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and time will whose really holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint touchin my tax
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an crackin my reaction is clappin
is you make it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya betta get to trackin if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is max?
spent over the stove in a mini-factory lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to
then reassemble a matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay Beam
never live in no day dream, bitch niggas Maybelline
up peace cuz you know that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
I bust this shit got a gang of criminals feelin us
I'm Waymeyer the same kinda pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a 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 displayed
so-right,
New niggas say be John Blazed
I been to the
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 fuckin wit Regime niggas
bust gats at ya cats 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 mutha fuckas know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe
to the nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep the poppin
you wanna know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!