Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

Look at this nigga, stuntin' in front of Justin's, actin'
If it cops all over, I'd smack him with this milli
You hoe, niggaz, move a brick and they rich
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take shit

Ain't that the same kid that Reg in the head?
Turned him a carrot, he might as well have been dead
Just came from doin' ten up in the Feds
Be extortin' kingpins for they horse and they

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

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

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

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

And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all the place
Mirrors shatterin', people scatterin', his bodyguards 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 niggaz tryin' to send a message
Next day I got a call from to
Come have a meetin' The Council
'Bout the shit been goin' down

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

But he fucked around and crossed the margin, touched one of
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

Semi auto check, AK 40 check, shotgun check, revolver, perfect
Tiz and told him meet me in an hour
Bring the caravan, you know the
Ski masks and stockings, him down the ave, boppin'

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

'Cause the busted you and came at us firin' shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the side 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 was split in half, the other nigga still movin'
Heard comin' closer, as I'm 'bout to shoot him
But fuck it, I his mouth and let the tec spray
And told him tell Satan, I'm on my way, die