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

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we come equipped with game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' 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 know what it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
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
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy than 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 every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, 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 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 that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a 15-shot Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, beat
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
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 don't see us (take money)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob 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 little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got 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 the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
everybody 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, record label and as a crew
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' 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 mob? Nigga, we the mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad