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

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
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 the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you know what 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 little ride on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the power 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 wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This ain't no battle
All you niggaz gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols 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 drop me, I took it and smiled
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 N-E-W
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
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 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)
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 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 niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a 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 it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
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 mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't
You can't be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb 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 motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers