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

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

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

Check this out, you motherfuckers know time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level 
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
weaker 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 power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath 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 me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a self made
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a 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 when we on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're 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 to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then 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 sure all y'all kids don't
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff 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