Luyện nghe bài hát Thugged-Out

(feat. Gonzoe, Bossi, Poppa L.Q., Yukmouth)

Regime nigga!
What!
on it!
9!(Tech 9!)
Uh.
Phats (Phats Boss)
(Gonzoe)
L.Q. (L.Q.)!

[Chorus: Bossi]

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

[Verse 1:

position
Regime niggas fuck all'a ya women draped up in
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 Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
nigga knock it
but you need to it
top shit
I used to cop
rock it up an like La-Bobbitt
pushin the 5 through the projects til the led 9 spits
nigga you rhyme sick, but you could fuck around wit my shit
my my crew nigga
hard time shit
criminal minded, posted on the shit
that cone for one time shit
turnin, pounds into
Cristal from the bottle
fuck ya
Black-N-Milds to the plastic
the trial was kinda drastic
limo got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us
BUT YOU LOST YOU BASTARD!
I'm A-1 Yola juss the package
delivered in wrappin
get blasted an put in a casket
ashes to ashes an to dust, when they fuck wit Yuk
plus I got my own record
SO THE FUCK IS UP!

[Verse 2: Phats

When is usual we pop Christy
an stack Bentley's
ya pockets empty to be me
they name me
my whole click rich we the Cosby's
slippin's
it's cut-throat so fuck a
in head to head
you to bust back
an trust
call the Regime we known to pull in black hats
hop out the company
give a fuck, fill my cup an wit Yuk
now we grown ups
rock alligators an slow cuts
juss the Sho Nuff, we can't be touched
I was ruff
banged an hand cuffed
fightin [?] showin my guts, flexin my nuts
hand me my
flip work like we was Trader Joe's from
optimo, now X-O
my [?] for death
pray it's my that's kept
you owe, pay ya debt an we can make it some?

[Verse 3:

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

nigga get attached
to soak up, listenin
tryin to my donuts an hit 'em
while we juss got on up my buisness
finished
til we give up the
extra
swing for the
you too little
your world dance wit mud
my shit Evian, I trouble
start wisperin wit ya hands wide open, you huddle
big down
everybody got guns, let 'em
you wit me, let's all go out wit a bang
in this day, this last hour
chest cowards wit they life in my hands set off the power
out
[?] the whole
wit a gallon of gas to
light a an flush 'em out
every count
miss an get stripes took
nigga this is real life wit real names in the black books!

Throw up yo if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, nigga gettin drugged out!
up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga drugged out!
I can be a if ya... let me! (Thugged Out!)
First act up, first nigga gettin 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 I was a youngsta been wit this slick shit
tryin to touch a one, number one?
turn an 18 to a 36 ain't jokin thats how we did it
we was natural born
ballin wit this, big heads in my fist
got ya life in my pocket an more that on my wrist
I got my in the concreate of S.C.
wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
utilized my skills beyond my record deal
and time will reveal whose holdin the skrill
playboy ya lackin, aint my tax brackets
you fuckin wit some thugs, wit some dollar?
an if it's on an crackin my reaction is clappin
is you gon' it happen or is ya high cappin?
Ya get to trackin playboy if you ain't packin
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime is max?
spent years the stove in a mini-factory lab
illegal pharmaceudicals were sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to
reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!

[Verse 5: Tech

(1-5-1)
They call me Regime, cuz I'm way in stay Beam
live in no day dream, bitch niggas wear Maybelline
throwin up peace cuz you that I got you
[?] but I cop too
Killa!
Rogue Dog! Dog!
57 venomous!
When I bust this shit got a gang of criminals us
I'm from Waymeyer the same pain caine grinda
wit a
stickin out like a skin at a? bahrmistfa?
wit N9ne get snuffed out
Phats Bossi, Maxx, Poppa L.Q.,
an my nigga Yukmouth, Out!
Any nigga wit the
never con-ways
so-right,
New York niggas say be John
I been to the
scrapped 'em I was a guest on Jerry Springer
wit desert eagle, meezle
a [?] a nigga, a a?
I die a lil
leave 'em wit a 30 round
slit ya throat then we skip out, "I What You Did Last Summer"
aint nobody fuckin wit niggas
bust gats at ya cats extreme figures
get ready for the Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw
fuckin yo dog
toes, balls
makin mutha fuckin clothes
OH! You mutha fuckas know!
At the you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
to the brain
REGIME KILLAS the function poppin
you wanna know what time we leave, shit...?
YES!
KILLAS... NIGGA!