Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you 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 with real G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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 even know why I'm on this (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with it!

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

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
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 gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as 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.
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 fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little young-ass (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 or a heart attack (take money)
You better 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 bring it, it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make 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 you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad