Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Part 2

Well, on, come on, take money
Come on, come on, take
on, come on, wassup nigga?

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

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

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

let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the west ride the night
Bad boys on wax and kill
Fuck with me and get your peeled
You know you see

Grab glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the when you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but your punks finish
Now, you to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

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

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

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

Call the cops you see 2Pac
Who shot me, but punks didn't finish
Now, you to feel 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 freestyle battle, all you niggas getting
your mouths open, tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping smoking

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

I'm a made millionaire 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, all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
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 of murder occurs
No points to come, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the scenerio, Ceas'
I'll you fake G's to yah knees copin' pleas with these

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

With fifteen shot, glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass Coast props, brainstormed and locked

a B writer, Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a
So fill the alazhay with a
'Bout to get murdered for the
E D I, I mean post the of the caper
Like a loc, little Ceas' in a choke
Toting smoke, we ain't no muthafuckin'

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

Who shot me, but punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up