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 who the realest is niggaz 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 your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so 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' caps peeled, you know,

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 feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you know what time it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
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 just got
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but 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 to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

a, beat biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
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 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, run 
They don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna 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 (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 and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You back the fuck up before you get smacked 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 bringing
Fuck you and your mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking 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 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 in California, nigga, we warned 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 motherfuckers us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You how it is, when we drop records they felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers