Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, 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 niggaz know on for life
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 

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

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what 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 little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches 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 accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
weaker than 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 under my Eddie
Ya clout 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 bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
livin' 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 Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
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 N-E-W
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, and polluting your block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered 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 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 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
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)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck 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 motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a crew
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't
You motherfuckers 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 goes triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad