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 know who the realest is
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
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 real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight -
Bad Boy on wax and killed
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, 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 this out, you motherfuckers know time it is
I even know why I'm on this track
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style 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 Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you
With the ready tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who me, but ya punks 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, it's penitentiary
this ain't no battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
ya mouths open
Tryin to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's to me
All you livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm bout to set the straight, with my AK
I'm still the that 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 the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya lil' Jr. click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
with my lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click up another notch
And box top spots get mopped and dropped
and all your fake-ass East coast brainstormed and locked

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

Now you tell me who won? I see them, run
Hehehehe, don't wanna see us
Whole M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob we always on our job
We millionaires, ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us?
You little young-ass
Don't one of you niggaz got cell or somethin?
You fuckin me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a
You better back the up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We gon' all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a record label
and as a crew
And if you wanna be down 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 all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug ridahs Westside till we die!
Out in California nigga we warn 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 motherfuckers us
Our goin triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

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