Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
why I fucked 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, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the ride tonight
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 punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even why I'm on this track (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
This ain't no battle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money 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, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm bout to set the record
my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a 15-shot 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
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the 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 on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but 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 niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you from New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, 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 mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad