Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I 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 your bitch and the you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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 ass up, leave 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 niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
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 battle 
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' 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 sleep in the
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
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 Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck you get smacked the fuck 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 drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their 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 motherfucking
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, fuck you, die slow,
My .44 sure all y'all kids 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
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers