Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

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

First off, fuck your bitch and the you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the ride tonight
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 me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on track (take money)
Y'all ain't even on my level 
let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch 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 to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds 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 fuckin' me?
I'm a self millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you 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 record
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the 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, run 
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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 fair but 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)
fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside 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 and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad