Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Part 2

Well, come on, come on, take
Come on, come on, take
Come on, come on, wassup

First off, fuck your and the click you claim
West side when we ride, come with game
You claim to be a playa but, I fucked your
We on bad boys, niggas fuck for life

Plus, tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie and junior mafia, some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming while we for yah jewels
Steady gunning keep on busting at them

You know the rules, Little go ask you homie how I'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up, see yah in pieces, now be
Little Kim, don't with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ass off the streets, so fuck peace

I'll let niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west side ride the
Bad boys on wax and kill
Fuck me and get your caps peeled
You what you see

Grab your glocks when you see
Call the cops when you see
Who me, but your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Get out the way yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little move pacs the mac and let me hit 'em in his
Frank White to get spanked right for setting up traps

Little murderers and I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm yah
Spank the shank, your whole when I gank
Guard rank, 'cause, I'ma slam your ass in a pang

weaker than a fuckin' block, I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking mafia in front of yah nigga
With the ready tucked in my guess
Under my EddieBower, tour petty sour
I push packages hour, I hit 'em up

Call the cops you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggas killed
With your mouths open, to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping dope

like a Shermine, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money, but it's to me
All you niggas living bummy, while you with me

I'm a self made thug, livin' out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I use to let you sleep on the
And beg the bitch to let you in the house

Now, it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now, I'm back to set the straight with my AK
I'm still the thug that you to hate, muthafucka, I'll hit 'em up

I'm from New Jers, where plenty of murder
No points to come, we drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio, Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with

Little Kim is yah, choked up or up
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
the fuck? Is you stupid? Take money
Crash and mash Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot, cocked to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East props, brainstormed and locked

You'se a B writer, Pac style
tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the with a chaser
'Bout to get for the paper
E D I, I mean the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin'

Thug life, better be known, be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking, no for hoping
It's a battle lost, I got 'em
As as the funk is bopping off, nigga, I hit 'em up

Who shot me, but your punks finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit 'em up