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

First off, your bitch and the click you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
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 how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
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 me, but ya punks 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 even know why I'm on track (take money)
Y'all niggaz 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 got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never 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 the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior 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, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you 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 sleep in the
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
my AK I'm still 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 drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
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
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No for hoping, it's a battle 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 don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair 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 me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New that want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 sure all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, '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 shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad