Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I got no motherfuckin friends
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)

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy 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 for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride
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 shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the 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 even on my
let my little 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
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power 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 didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
ain't no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up 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' money but funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a cocked Glock to your knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run 
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
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 with us
You young-ass 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 the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
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 mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You can't 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 and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
'em, we Bad Boy-killers