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 realest is
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on while 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 ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the Westside ride - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
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 to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what it is
I don't even know why I'm on track
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
I'ma let my little 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
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get right, for settin traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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 penitentiary
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz killed
with ya mouths
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug 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 shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No points in common, we bringin drama to all you
Knuckle check the scenario, 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, and pollutin ya block
15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another
And your box top spots get and dropped
and all your fake-ass East props brainstormed and locked

a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi approach the scene of the caper, like 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, guns
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 I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they wanna see us
Whole M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna with us?
You little motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You fuckin with me nigga you around
and have a seizure or a
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the 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
you and your motherfuckin mama
We kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record
and as a crew
And if you be down with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, 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 Life ridahs till we die!
Out here in California nigga we 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 feel 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 drop they felt
You niggaz can't it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy