Luyện nghe bài hát Kill Em Off

[Intro:
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do shit

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you me
If you me, then embrace me
No words me, I let the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who the shots
We hit man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, 'em what I had for 'em
Had the porch glowin', out the super sports showing
Our man power, make out of cowards
leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, breathin' we jailin'
spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the
You pull me over; you get then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler,
Outlaw gang nigga, Regime

Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em and war ain't no big games
See high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns run, when that lead came

Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko]
We 'em off (Echo)
Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh.
Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

[Verse-2: N9ne]
Surrounded, I know who to trust, stress might be
comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just broad
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park
raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage
Awkward I spit, you got garbage (cha)
had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, is immaculate (cha)
You that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and who mash for this (cha)
of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders 'em off and scatter bitch

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin off
Chop off the kid of the mob
And watch this slowly off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, killers humble
But I'm and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm
I'm on don shit most of my tracks horrifying
And gothic, profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
Fuck them coppers we still representin' that block
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or
Bitches been to player haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the metal