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.)!

Phats Bossi]

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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime fuck all'a ya women draped up in linen
I spit this fly shit I was 5 years old
on 'ol Osh Kosh Bi'Gosh shit
ya bitch, keep it top secret, lock it
Smoke-A-Lot click, walkin wit ounces in they pockets
jock it
we ridin Benz's, ya'll still 50 rockets
nigga knock it
but you need to it
top shit
I used to cop
rock it up an chop like
pushin the 5 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could never around wit my shit
my click my nigga
that time shit
criminal minded, posted on the shit
that cone silencer for one shit
turnin, pounds into
Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya
smokin to the plastic
the trial was kinda drastic
limo driver got his ass kicked, to sue us
BUT YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss like the
in triple wrappin
niggas get blasted an put in a
ashes to ashes an dust to dust, when fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own label
SO THE FUCK IS UP!

2: Phats Bossi]

When is usual we pop Christy
an stack them
ya pockets empty to be me
they me Bossi
my click rich like we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's cut-throat so a softie
in to head combat
you scared to back
an that
call the we known to pull gats in black hats
hop out the company
a fuck, fill my cup an celebrate wit Yuk
now that we ups
rock an bumpin slow cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] always showin my guts, flexin my
me my 'Uervo
flip like 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 debt an we can it some?

3: Gonzoe]

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

nigga don't get
tryin to soak up,
to locate my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
never
til we up the plate
innings
swing for the
you too little
your world wit mud puddles
my Evian, I love trouble
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, you huddle
big every
got guns, let 'em ring
you fuckin wit me, let's all go out wit a
in this last day, last hour
kool-aid chest cowards wit they life in my set off the power
out
[?] the house
wit a gallon of gas to
a flame an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get stripes took
nigga this is life wit real names written in the black books!

Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
First act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged 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 since I was a youngsta wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a quick one, one?
turn an 18 to a 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was born chemists
ballin wit this, Benjamin big heads in my
got ya life in my pocket an more than that on my
I got my in the concreate of S.C.
comprised wit gettin paper, an investin in me
my hustle skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose really holdin the
playboy ya lackin, touchin my tax brackets
you fuckin wit thugs, wit some multi-million dollar?
an if it's on an crackin then my reaction is
is you gon' make it happen or is ya high
Ya betta get to playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is distributin
spent years over the stove in a lab
where illegal pharmaceudicals sold
I was probably 10 years old I learned to disassemble
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: N9ne]

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way clean in stay
never live in no day dream, bitch wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you know I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of feelin us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
fuck wit get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my Yukmouth, Thugged Out!
Any wit the bombay
never displayed
so-right,
New York niggas say be Blazed
I to the ringa
scrapped 'em like I was a guest on Springer
wit desert eagle, meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
'em wit a 30 round drummer
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 Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
toes, balls
makin mutha clothes fall
OH! You mutha dont know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you really know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!