Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them know it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 

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

this 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 homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
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 attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
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' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

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 of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This ain't no battle 
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz 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 bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made 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 it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get little Junior Whopper 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 cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em as soon 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 M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob we always on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair 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 got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and motherfucking 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
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, 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 kids don't
You can't be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad