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 your bitch and the you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
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 bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, 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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle 
All you gettin killed with ya mouths open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think 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 made millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
shots 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 Jers'
plenty 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 your
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's 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
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole 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 ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Deep (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 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 drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, 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 kids don't grow
You can't 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 real
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under 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