Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you 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 yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz 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 punks didn't
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches 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 White need to get right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through 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 petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This no freestyle battle
All you gettin killed with ya mouths open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you 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 on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you 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 that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, better be known
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 don't see us (take money)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a or a heart attack (take money)
You back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
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 everybody had to open mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til 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 triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad