Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (take money)
You who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

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

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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get 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 wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

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

I'm N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
I got em crossed as soon as the is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
They wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Deep (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 you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers