Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You know who the is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck your and the click 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 Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
gunnin, keep 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, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside 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, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you know what time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level 
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little murderers, and I ain't 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 than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
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 freestyle
All you niggaz gettin ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but 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 catch a or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad