Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(take money) side!!
Bad Boy
(take money) You know who the realest is
(take money) We it to you
(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 Puffy tryin ta see me weak 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
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 fuck
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is
I don't know why I'm on this track
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you
made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous attack 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 Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you
With the power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
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, it's steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you gettin killed
with ya open
Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug 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, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm bout to set the straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No in common, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper click smoked up, what the
is you STUPID?! I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your
Outlaw mafia click up another notch
And your box top spots get and dropped
and all your fake-ass East props brainstormed and locked

Youse a, biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi Amin approach the of the caper, like a loc
Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the open, guns smokin
No need for it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk was poppin off, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won? I see them, run
Hehehehe, they don't see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna with us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin me nigga you fuck around
and have a or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the up
That's how we do it on our
Any of you from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin
Fuck you and motherfuckin mama
We gon' kill all you
Now when I came out I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gon' do
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff label
and as a crew
And if you be down with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out in California nigga we warn ya
BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the niggaz
All you feel us
Our shit's goin and four-quadruple
(take money)

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we drop records felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
'EM, we Bad Boy killin