Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (take money)
You know who the realest is we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
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 bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't around with real 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
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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 what it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on track (take money)
Y'all ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

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

ya glocks, when 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think learned to fly
But they 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 self made
livin' 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 my style
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, 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 fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
Softer than with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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 don't see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up 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 (take money) you wanna fuck 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 the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and your mama
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
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers 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 think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you feel us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers