Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (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 game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't 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 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 accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
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 packages hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' 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 sleep in the
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
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 don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell 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 ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and your motherfucking
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then 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 sure all y'all kids grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers