Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I got no motherfuckin friends
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)

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
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 fuck
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know,

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even 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 made-ass bad boy bitches deal 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
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
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 power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary 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 like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but 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, when I used 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 shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide 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 wanna see us (take money)
Junior 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 but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you around and catch 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 New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You can't 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
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 belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad