Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

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

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass
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 your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight -
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you ... see ...

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin traps
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 I'ma your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through
And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in of you nigga
With the ready power my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
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 ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
with ya open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin me?
I'm a self made
Thug Livin out a prison, in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I 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 N-E-W Jerz, where murders 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 up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia movin up another notch
And your box top get mopped and dropped
and all your fake-ass East coast props and locked

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

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

(take money)
(take money)
y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in nigga we warn ya
We'll on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but and the real niggaz
All you feel us
Our shit's triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

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