Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got nu thin to (ungh!)
Pass me a ski mask a 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 and hustlin don't last forever
(Hit em up get em up em up)
Some say 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 back ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, em up)
P]
Man, I'm it, bout to get rowdy
I even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done with it
Died and Hell, came back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) em up, pick em up
I hope ya got on ya brand new truck
Mama need food in the
And I need some new Jordan with some sock
Bout to rob Peter, to pay
The ghetto got me crazy, but I fall
On my way to Arizona, got it up
down South with the task all on it
Bout to put five in the box
Called the up for them plastic glocks
Beeper ringin, forgot the neck on some chicken
Cristal, parlay with Beck, gettin
No longer, in condos
It's mansions and fifty windows
Marble floors, made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, be bulletproof
Me a nine to five, fool I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my face cause I livin right
Me it up, I get rowdy
the gat, hit the street and the highway, I'm bout it, bout it

[Silkk the
I gots, nuthin to lose, I'm on the run The Fugitive
My kinda hot, so I can't go where I used to live
Me and P ridin dirty, in the
Bout to get in due time, different place every state a new

Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the world go
out between the knocks I lets em in
Can't lose, gotta win, move, end up in the pen
How I kill goin for the cash
Dude, I do it for the stash
Fill the car up with gas, with the smash
Whatever we make, P, we in half
A nigga sex money and greed, of livin lavish
Hey I'ma get ya for you got
If you ain't got it, act you don't have it
I grab my gun before I my shoes
Everything on the line, so I can't
Man, look, you know Silkk, you I'm bout to act a fool
So I'm a be gon like a breeze
Run through like, all type of
I ain't gon stop til the cops say freeze, I 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, there ain't no No Limit
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
P, Mercedez, T-R-U
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
them, dead 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 with that fool (Why, what to that
youngsta?)
Man but had it comin, ya heard me? (no) He had it comin, bro (no)
You know I'm sayin, what happenin? (Holla at ya people)
I even high, though, I wasn't high (no)
Some kinda way, I'ma get mine (I'm fo sho gon get it)
pay the bills, bro (Huh, bro?)
I gotta get them meals, you know what I'm sayin? Fo' (Whoa,
now)
I ain't got nuthin to (Huh, bro?)
Got what? to gain, you know what I'm sayin?
(Oh, to have that there)
Bro, got me crazy (I feed them children)
Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gun
Man, me and Dead Joe, here actin a donkey (Huh, bro?)
Actin bad, hit licks today, Third Ward style (uh-huh)
P say, I gotta get my cornbread (ohh)
cabbage, and my (Oh... oh we gots to get that there)
you know I'm Tru to this, I mean really, in other words
I got nuttin to lose, ya heard me? (Say that then)