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 we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, your bitch and the click you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when 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

Check 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 homies on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, 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 front of you
With the ready tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages 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 to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
ain't no freestyle battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's 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, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you 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 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 check the
Little Ceas' I'll you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And your pop popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
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)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck 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 young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, 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 New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was about Biggie
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned 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 feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers