Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(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
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know,

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 the wrath of a menace
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 ain't even on my level 
let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
ain't no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz they learned to fly
But burn 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
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the 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 don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't 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 me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and your mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all 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
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns under 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