Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no 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 click you
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus tryin' ta see me weak 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
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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

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 ain't on my level 
I'ma let my little ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal 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
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots drop me, I took 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 drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide 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, they
don't wanna 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
Killing fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you 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 up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you from 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 came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then 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 y'all 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
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they belts
You how it is, when we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad