Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(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, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Biggie and Junior 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
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
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 to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Moo, pass 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 heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm still the that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Ceas' I'll 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
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't 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, with Little in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
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 wanna 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
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna 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 a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up 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 ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was 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 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 mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad