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 think rich
Get a few and a click and wanna take over shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Semi auto check, AK 40 check, shotgun check, revolver, perfect
Called Tiz and told him 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 follow 'em slow, keep 'em in
Wait 'til he at a red light, then roll the window down
And kiss them bitches goodnight, musta saw somethin'

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

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