Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (take money)
You who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't 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 even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little 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 got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style I gank
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy 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 ready power my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't 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 niggaz gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a self made
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 all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where of murders 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 up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is 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 on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got 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 before you get smacked the up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You how it is, when we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad