Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) side!!
Bad Boy
(take money) You who the realest is niggaz
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

First off, your bitch and the click you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. some 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 young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight -
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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 out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even 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 bitches -- deal it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls 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 never ya
gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, cause 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 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 didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the of a menace
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
with ya mouths
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's to me
All you niggaz livin why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self millionare
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
and beg a to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my
Five shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
Edi approach the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Ceaser in a choke, huh totin 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 as the funk was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who I see them, they run
Hehehehe, don't 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 fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us?
You young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You fuckin with me nigga you around
and have a or a heart-attack
You back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin
We kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff label
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 all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California nigga we ya
BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, nigga we the mob
Ain't nuttin but and the real niggaz
All you feel us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

You niggaz laugh our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we records they felt
You niggaz feel it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy