Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck 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 Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know,

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
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 ain't even on my level 
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
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 packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
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
ain't no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you 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 the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

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

Now you me who won
I see them, they
They don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little 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 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 to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til 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
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad