Luyện nghe bài hát Regime Killers 2001

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I got killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's to handle business, nigga, lay low

[ Phats ]
Money to double, still in the struggle, to my hustle
We all fight back maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we you niggas
a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for
Tatted dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In pitfall I'm on the grind for mine
My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin nines
On the payroll, the pressure when we say so
My troops turn wacko, shoot through your
My life real, a man die slow
And I still can't sleep, bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]
Who down to with the murder plot of a cop killer
Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot
Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock us
Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin us
superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas'
My whole crew fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthafuckas me
And I be on top of things
With the Regime I'm too clean, it a murder scene
and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of me
Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the
Wait for recoupin, choosin your brain, stupid
The Dragon recruited niggas for thug music
So peep game and time you speak my name
Be prepared for from the heat of the flame

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[ N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch Yukmeez
On the payroll so I those foes, make you get on your knees
For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great holes these
You yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick
Can't and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
Talk to his and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss
(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne
(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm time
Qwest Records tryin to hold a back
So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his back
Off their heads, let them hang high
Caught in their beds, let it die
Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Dean
For the green I damage spleens, I scream "Regime!"

[ LQ ]
Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand
a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
No 50 can come to Cali and rob nobody
Cause gees and send his ass back a cold body
guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are
Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you
Robbin you for jewelry, snatchin you out your cars
Poverty's a plague, I rob I beg
But you expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're scared to and break a law
You not worry 'bout me, I live it raw
A with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball
I had to crawl I walked but now I'm standin tall on em
down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers ???? declinin

[ Governor ]
Yuk me on part 2
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we through
Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, get blowed up
Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even up
As I rolled up, the nine get load up
For the hold-up, the new we fold up
drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up
Kids get draped up and bitch the make up
Then I up all clothes, jewels and paper
You got 'cash money', but you wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from that hold up
Used to drink weed tea, now my robust
Now up, car patrolled up
It was 12 Outsidaz in a Toyota
We splatter over crack cocaine
In the court we still to pay Judge Mills Lane
Nigga, it's not a
My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you
Like you was strippin down on
Killers on the payroll, pockets swoll
stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

[ ]

Regime Life,
Thug
Life
Thug
Regime Life,

[ ]
Now where them toy soldiers at? they go, right chea
Get them bitches, kill niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at? There go, right chea
Keep bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball nigga got dropped from the Raptors
I spit in your face and ya, boy
With a .38 ya, boy
and wrap ya, boy
???? and ya, boy
and trash ya, boy
Mash ya, boy, I hate P like Pastor Troy
Shame on that nigga for tryin to a name from a nigga
Ice Man put flames to a nigga
I figured by now that nigga been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit
But until then I'm that bitch
All you got is Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't his shit'
But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in bitch
Willing to rip the fuckin head off a that's sick
My raps burn ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit
The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, the flame
Rappers tired in the game, make em retire
Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that
In '95 and '96, so what you did shit
Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some shit
Some shit and quit hatin, ya bitch
How the you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose
Nigga, the in compton I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-ass with dopefiend flows
Broke out livin on skid row
Nigga, you from L.A., you even from the Big O
This year them bitch-ass niggas get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there my dick hairs
Ya
And Dru Down, the real of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga
that, huh

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Regime Life,
Ya bitch!