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

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

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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 don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little 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, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, 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, it's penitentiary
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
livin' 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 sleep in the
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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
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
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and a seizure 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 from New York that want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck 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 fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside '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
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad