Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(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 bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut young ass up, leave 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 Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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 this (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level
let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam 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
the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie 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 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, penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle
All you gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a self made
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
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 Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to knot
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
and locked

You's a, 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 for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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 wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little young-ass (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or (take money)
You're fucking with me, 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
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we 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, then you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
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 they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers