Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

First off, your bitch and the click you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I 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 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, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches 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 accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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 ain't no battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope it's 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 self made
Thug livin' out a prison, 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 it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't me, I took 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 Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, shooting and your block
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw clique moving up another notch
And your pop popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
Softer than with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, a battle lost
I got em as soon as the funk 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 M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck 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, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a 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 New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, 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 can't be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside '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
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers