Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got nu-thin to (ungh!)
me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes
I got to lose
me a ski mask a glock, and my tennis shoes (ungh!)

Chorus:

You need to get, your together
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
money and hustlin, don't last forever
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
say that g's make the world go round
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a when ya down?
(hit em up, get em up, em up)

p]
Man, I'm bout it, to get rowdy
I ain't trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced it
and went hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) em up, pick em up
I ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
need food in the icebox
And I need some new jordan some white sock
Bout to rob peter, to pay
The got me crazy, but I won't fall
On my way to arizona, got it up
Down with the task all on it *sirens*
Bout to put in the stash box
the c-murder up for them plastic glocks
Beeper ringin, silkk forgot the on some chicken
Cristal, with beck, gettin riches
No longer, in condos
It's mansions and fifty inch
Marble floors, tailor suits
Lex luthor, ferraris, windows be
Me work a to five, fool I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my cause I ain't livin right
Me it up, I get rowdy
Grabbed the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, it

[silkk the
I gots, to lose, I'm on the run like the fugitive
My spot kinda hot, so I can't go where I to live
Me and p ridin dirty, in the
Bout to get in due time, different place every state a new crime
Grab a ski and two nines, say money make the world go round
From out the knocks I lets em in
lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen
How many I goin for the cash
Dude, I do it for the stash
Fill the getaway car up gas, with the smash
Whatever we make, p, we in half
A nigga sex money and greed, costs of lavish
Hey i'ma get ya for you got
If you ain't got it, act like you don't it
I grab my gun I grab my shoes
Everything on the line, so I can't
Man, look, you know silkk, you know I'm bout to act a
So I'm a be gon away a breeze
Run through like, all of trees
I gon stop til the cops say freeze, I can't lose

p]
I got nuthin to
Pass me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis

We're in it deep, and in it to win it
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
In other words, ain't no stoppin no limit
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
p, mercedez, t-r-u
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
After them, dead presidents, cause we have to lose
(hit em up, get em up, em up)

Little bro (whattup? ) check out (whoa)
I ain't walk around that fool (why, what happened to that youngsta? )
Man but will had it comin, ya me? (no) he had it comin, bro (no)
You know what I'm sayin, what (holla at ya people)
I wasn't high, though, I wasn't high (no)
Some kinda way, knowhati'msayin? get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it)
pay the bills, bro (huh, bro? )
I gotta get them meals, you know I'm sayin? fo' scheeze (whoa, now)
I ain't got nuthin to lose (huh, )
Got what? everything to gain, you know I'm sayin?
(oh, gots to have there)
Bro, ghetto got me (I feed them children)
Dead, I'm on the run (huh, ) nut I gotta gun
Man, me and dead joe, down actin a donkey (huh, bro? )
bad, hit three licks today, third ward style (uh-huh)
Like p say, I gotta get my (ohh)
Cabbage, and my (oh... oh we gots to get that there)
Yeah you know I'm tru to this, I really, in other words
I ain't got to lose, ya heard me? (say that then)