Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

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

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

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

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

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

pilin' up the block for blocks, nigga, Bentleys and 6's
This the place to be, where all the meet
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, flyin' all over the place
Mirrors shatterin', scatterin', his bodyguards shot back
Missed one but hit the other, in the abdomen, both fled
But who the fuck would do somethin' so brazen and

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

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

But he around and crossed 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 grab the

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

Him and a friend, just in a Benz
inches on the rims, let's follow 'em slow, keep 'em in sight
Wait 'til he at a red light, then roll the window down
And kiss them bitches goodnight, they 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 ran in a store window and got wrecked
I hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still the tec

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