Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(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, your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
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
Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy 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
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the ready tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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 feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm 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 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 couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, niggas better be
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
They don't see us (take money)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas 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 want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers 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
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad