Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no friends
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 click you
Westside when we ride come equipped 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 Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie 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 snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
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 feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time 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 ride 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 right, for settin' traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the 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
the cops, when 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary 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 it's like a sherm high niggaz think they to fly
But burn 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 self millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now all about Versace, you copied 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 thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, they
They don't see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the they 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 young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
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 mob? Nigga, we the mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers