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, fuck your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with 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 on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess 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 me, but ya punks 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, penitentiary steel
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
Softer than Alize with a
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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
They wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking me, nigga 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 from New York that want to it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 sure all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, '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 feel us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
'em, we Bad Boy-killers