Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

Look at this nigga, stuntin' in front of Justin's, actin'
If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him this milli
You hoe, niggaz, a brick and think they rich
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over

that the same kid that shot Reg in the head?
Turned him a carrot, he might as well have been dead
Just came home from ten up in the Feds
Be extortin' kingpins for they horse and bread

Had the Brooklyn under pressure, I'm surprised he ain't test ya
Mad know better
I comin' up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin'
I'll kill motherfucker, fuck him, yeah, I'll pay him somethin'

Pay his ass a visit, his brains on the sidewalk
Let him his thoughts
I'm the strongest force in New
'Til I'm a corpse and even then, I'll be buried with

And money filled vaults, seventeen and two weeks later
I'm in the spot, it light
Watchin' the Tyson fight, packed, uh, with killers and rats
Dope dealers, hungry bitches, malicious

Cars pilin' up the block for blocks, nigga, and 6's
This the place to be, where all the gangsters
As I up my drink, I see my man Fat Pete
But before I could walk over, two niggaz him on the shoulder

And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all the place
Mirrors shatterin', people scatterin', his shot back
one but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fled
But who the fuck do somethin' so brazen and reckless?

Had to be some niggaz tryin' to a message
day I got a call from uptown to
Come have a meetin' with The
the shit that's been goin' down

Word is, same kid killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the head
line, he's out of control, he got to be dead
He's startin' to be a real
niggaz, Brooklyn through Harlem

But he fucked around and the margin, touched one of ours
He got to go, he from your hood, it Poe
Say no mo', I'm out the do'
Went back to the spot to the guns

auto check, AK 40 check, shotgun check, revolver, that's perfect
Called Tiz and told him meet me in an
the caravan, you know the plan
Ski and stockings, seen him down the ave, boppin'

Him and a friend, hopped in a Benz
Twenty on the rims, let's follow 'em slow, keep 'em in sight
'til he stop at a red light, then roll the window down
And kiss them goodnight, they musta saw somethin'

'Cause the busted you and came at us firin' shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the driver's wet
The Benz ran in a store window and got
I out the van, ran up to the scene, still holdin' the tec

One nigga's body was split in half, the other still movin'
Heard sirens comin' closer, as I'm 'bout to him
But it, I opened his mouth and let the tec spray
And told him Satan, I'm on my way, die bitch