Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I got no motherfuckin friends
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 you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with 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 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 fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know 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, when you see
Call the cops, 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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level 
I'ma let my little ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with 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 accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This ain't no battle 
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
to come up offa 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 gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a made millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
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
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck 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, Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a 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 from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Mobb 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 mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all 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
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff 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