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 know who the realest is niggaz we it to you (take money)
(Take money)

off, fuck your bitch and the click 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
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
gunnin, keep 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 around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know,

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

Check out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I even 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 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 White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
weaker than 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 my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no battle 
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a self made
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
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
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, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, 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 about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck 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 Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad