Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I got no motherfuckin friends
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You know who the realest is we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

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

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all ain't even on my level 
I'ma let my little ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the 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 under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
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, it's penitentiary
This no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz 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 livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, it's a lost
I got em crossed as soon as the is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, they
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad