Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no motherfuckin
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 when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass
We on comin' while 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 know it's on for life
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
wit' 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 punks finish
Now ya bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on track (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level 
I'ma let my little ride on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal 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
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
This ain't no battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy 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 bitch to let you sleep in the
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
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 N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, it's a 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, they
They wanna see us (take money)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up 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 (take money) you wanna fuck 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 a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better the fuck up before 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 drama
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record 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 mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til 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 laugh 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers