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 know who the 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 player but I fucked 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. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
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
Lil' Kim, don't around with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
wit' 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 punks didn't
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what 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 homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
And I'm smokin' 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 packages every to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when 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

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

I'm N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' bring you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get little Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And pop stars popped 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 your face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the 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 wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
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 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)
fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you from New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're kill 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 gonna do
Mobb Deep, fuck 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
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 make sure all y'all kids grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug 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
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
'em, we Bad Boy-killers