Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

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

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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

Check this out, you know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal 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 settin'
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm 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 Eddie
Ya petty 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 punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
dope it's like 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 made millionaire
Thug 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 shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
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
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a 15-shot Glock to your knot
Outlaw clique moving up another notch
And pop stars 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 but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, a battle lost
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
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob 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)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better the fuck up before 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 bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
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 here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad