Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no motherfuckin
why I fucked 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 bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride come equipped game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Puffy tryin' 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
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, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around 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 ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see 

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

Check out, you motherfuckers 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 little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Moo, pass 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 never 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 runnin through
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with 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 sleep in the
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little bring you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
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
With my looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
and locked

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

Now you me who won
I see them, they
They don't see us (take money)
Junior 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 fair but 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 got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down with 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, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb 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 shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers