Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You know who the realest is niggaz we it to you (take money)
(Take money)

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

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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker 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 under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages 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 bout to 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 with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but funny to me
All you livin' 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 sleep on the
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

a, beat biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, a battle lost
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 wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck they 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 little young-ass (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New that want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record 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 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 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 laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers