Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
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, leave you in pieces, now be
Kim, don't fuck around with real 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 murdered on wax and
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 punks 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 even why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath 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 with ya open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
Thug 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
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
I got em crossed as as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run 
They don't see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked 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
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
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
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 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
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad