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 know who the is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I 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. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave 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 know it's on for
So let the ride 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

Check out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with 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 need 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 whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
the ready power tuckin' my Guess 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
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin 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 fuckin' me?
I'm a self made
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
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 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 of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, a battle lost
I got em as soon 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 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, Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little young-ass (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck 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 don't
You motherfuckers 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 Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers