Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got nu thin to (ungh!)
Pass me a ski a glock and my tennis shoes
I got nu thin to
Pass me a ski mask a and my tennis shoes (ungh!)
Chorus:
You need to get your together
(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 to lose, but who got a back when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, em up)
P]
Man, I'm bout it, to get rowdy
I even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
Penetentiary chances, I done danced it
Died and went Hell, back, down to do whatever
Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, em up
I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new
Mama food in the icebox
And I need some new Jordan with some white
Bout to rob Peter, to pay
The got me crazy, but I won't fall
On my way to Arizona, got it up
down South with the all on it *sirens*
Bout to put five in the box
Called the C-Murder up for them glocks
Beeper ringin, Silkk forgot the neck on chicken
Cristal, with Beck, gettin riches
No longer, in condos
It's and fifty inch windows
Marble floors, made suits
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be
Me work a nine to five, I like the good life
Seen mama so much, she slapped my face 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, 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 caught in due time, place every state a new

Grab a ski mask and two nines, say money make the go round
out between the knocks I lets em in
Can't lose, win, false move, end up in the pen
How many I kill goin for the
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, costs of lavish
Hey get ya for what you got
If you ain't got it, act like you don't it
I my gun before I grab my shoes
Everything on the line, so I can't
Man, look, you Silkk, you know I'm bout to act a fool
So I'm a be gon away like a
Run like, all type of trees
I ain't gon stop til the cops say freeze, I lose
P]
I got to lose
me a ski mask, a glock, and my tennis shoes


We're in it deep, and in it to win it
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
In words, there ain't no stoppin No Limit
(hit em up, get em up, em up)
Master P, Mercedez,
(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?) this 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 know what I'm sayin, what (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 know I'm sayin? Fo' scheeze (Whoa,
now)
I ain't got to lose (Huh, bro?)
Got Everything to gain, you know what I'm sayin?
(Oh, gots to have there)
Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I them children)
Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gun
Man, me and Joe, down here actin 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 (Oh... oh we gots to get that there)
Yeah you I'm Tru to this, I mean really, in other words
I ain't got nuttin to lose, ya me? (Say that then)