Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

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

that the same kid that shot Reg in the head?
Turned him into a carrot, he 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 know
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 brains on the
Let him his thoughts
I'm the force in New York
'Til I'm a corpse and even then, I'll be with bricks

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

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

And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all over the
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 and reckless?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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