Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' 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 around with real 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 Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know,

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even 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 made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In 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

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 feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm 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 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 Versace, you copied my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, 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, they
They wanna see us (take money)
Junior 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 ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you fuck with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck 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, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad