Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(take money) side!!
Bad Boy
(take money) You know who the is niggaz
(take money) We it to you
(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 your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some bitches
We keep on comin we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them 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, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride - hahahah
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, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy -- deal with 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
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin ya
ya shank ya whole style when 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 tuckin my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks 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
ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya mouths
Tryin to come up me, you in the clouds hopin
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz 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
Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you in the house, hah
Now its all Versacci, you copied my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

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

Now you tell me who won? I see them, run
Hehehehe, they wanna see us
Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna with us?
You little motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle or somethin?
You with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin
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 record
and as a motherfuckin
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; then you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

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

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