Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no 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 your bitch and the you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with 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 Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you 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
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see 

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level 
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
made-ass 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
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the power tuckin' my Guess 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 punks didn't
Now ya bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a self millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
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 but a faker
Softer than with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, they
They wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you fuck with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you from New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down 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, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all y'all 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
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers