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

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with 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 tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, 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...

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- 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
White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker 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, 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...

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you gettin killed
with ya mouths
Tryin to come up me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
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 copied my
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record 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 points in common, we bringin to all you herbs
Knuckle the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you
Lil Kim, is you up, or doped up?
Get ya Jr. Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up notch
And your box top spots get and dropped
and all your fake-ass East props brainstormed and locked

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac taker
tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the
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 better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, 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
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click up tryin to be us
How the fuck 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 fuck us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or
You fuckin with me you fuck around
and a seizure or a heart-attack
You better the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York wanna bring it bring it
But we singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and motherfuckin mama
We gon' all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was about Biggie
everybody had to open they 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; fuck you too
Chino XL, 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 kids grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California nigga we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't but killers and the real niggaz
All you feel us
Our goin triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

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