Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got nu to lose (ungh!)
Pass me a ski a glock and my tennis shoes
I got nu to lose
Pass me a ski a glock and my tennis shoes (ungh!)
Chorus:
You need to get your life
(hit em up get em up em up)
South money and hustlin don't last
(Hit em up get em up em up)
Some say that G's make the go round
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
You say you got nothin to lose, but who got a back when ya
(Hit em up, get em up, em up)
P]
Man, I'm it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools me
chances, I done danced with it
Died and went Hell, came back, down to do
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, em up
I ya got insurance on ya brand new truck
Mama food in the icebox
And I need new Jordan with some white sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay
The ghetto got me crazy, but I won't
On my way to Arizona, got it up
down with the task all on it *sirens*
to put five in the stash box
Called the C-Murder up for them glocks
Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on some
Cristal, parlay with Beck, riches
No longer, livin in
It's mansions and fifty inch
Marble floors, made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be
Me work a nine to five, fool I like the life
Seen so much, she slapped my face 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 go where I used to live
Me and P ridin dirty, in the
Bout to get caught in due time, place every state a new

Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go
from out between the I lets em in
lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen
How many I kill 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 sex money and greed, costs of livin lavish
Hey I'ma get ya for you got
If you ain't got it, act you don't have it
I my gun before I grab my shoes
Everything on the line, so I lose
Man, look, you Silkk, you know I'm bout to act a fool
So I'm a be gon like a breeze
Run like, all type of trees
I ain't gon stop til the cops say freeze, I can't
P]
I got to lose
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, there ain't no stoppin No
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
Master P, Mercedez,
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
After them, presidents, cause we have nuthin 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 had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no)
You what I'm sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people)
I wasn't high, though, I wasn't high (no)
kinda way, knowhatI'msayin? I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it)
pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them meals, you what I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze (Whoa,
now)
I ain't got to lose (Huh, bro?)
Got what? Everything to gain, you know what I'm
(Oh, gots to that there)
Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I them children)
Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, down here a donkey (Huh, bro?)
bad, hit three licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh)
Like P say, I get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my greens (Oh... oh we to get that there)
Yeah you know I'm Tru to this, I mean really, in words
I got nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then)