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 Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do shit

Gonzoe]
If you niggaz hate me, why you face me
If you love me, then me
No words from me, I let the speak
sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin', out the super sports
Our man power, make out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, every hour
Gun shots get louder, blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you ass can count it
Lovin' my life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk
Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw nigga, Regime ridah

[Chorus: Kaliko]
We 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games
See they high, inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, when that came

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris
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, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne,

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

[Pre-verse Kris Kaliko]
We 'em Off

[Verse-3:
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
Sawed up, rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin off
off the kid of the mob boss
And watch slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to
bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; your office like Bin-Laden
We 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don shit of my tracks horrifying
And gothic, profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it bitch
them coppers we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or
Bitches been to strangers haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and with elevators
Let the metal