Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
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 around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma 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 power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

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

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

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, and polluting your block
With a 15-shot Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a lost
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 don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our (Take money)
We
Killing ain't 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)
fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
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
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad