Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a made millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop popped and get mopped and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
They wanna see us (take money)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
Well this is how we gonna do
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad