Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(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 bitch and the click you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak 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, keep on bustin at 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
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

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

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what 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 homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause 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 ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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 steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you livin' bummy 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 sleep on the
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
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
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you 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 you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well 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
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 y'all kids don't
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes triple and
(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 feel it, we the
'em, we Bad Boy-killers