Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(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 when we come equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We keep on comin' 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 young ass up, leave 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 it's on for
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
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 bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This no freestyle battle
All you gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five 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 from N-E-W
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
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 Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, it's a battle
I got em crossed as as the funk 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.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas 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 before you get the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, it
But we singing, we bringing drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, 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 grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb 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 goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
'em, we Bad Boy-killers