Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come 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 Smalls and 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
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck 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 to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on track (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level 
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal with 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
White 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 rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy than the fuckin' block I'm runnin 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 every hour to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when 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, penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, 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 all about Versace, you copied 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 that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little bring you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast
and locked

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

Now you me who won
I see them, they
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair 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, fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas New York that 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 their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then 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 kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you feel us
Our shit 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 felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers