Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

I ain't got no motherfuckin
why I fucked 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)

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride come with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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 this out, you motherfuckers know time it is
I don't know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my little ride on you
bitch bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie 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 murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy than the fuckin block I'm runnin 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 Eddie
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
ya mouths open
Tryin to come up 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 gettin money but funny to me
All you niggaz livin why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep 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 me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, my AK
I'm the thug 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 to all you herbs
check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin 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 mash through
with my lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw click movin up another notch
And box top spots get mopped and dropped
and all your fake-ass coast props brainstormed and locked

a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a
Softer than Alize a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the
Edi Amin the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz 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. dressin 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, Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You young-ass motherfuckers
one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You with me nigga you fuck around
and a seizure or a heart-attack
You better the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and motherfuckin mama
We gon' all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gon' do
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; 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 Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya
BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, we the motherfuckin mob
nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, 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