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 brick and think they
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over

Ain't that the same kid that shot Reg in the
Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have dead
Just home from doin' ten up in the Feds
Be kingpins for they 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
kill that 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 force in New York
'Til I'm a corpse and even then, I'll be with bricks

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

pilin' up the block for blocks, nigga, Bentleys 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 walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder

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

Had to be some niggaz tryin' to a message
day I got a call from uptown to
Come have a meetin' The Council
'Bout the shit that's 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 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 your hood, handle it Poe
Say no mo', I'm out the do'
Went to the spot to grab the guns

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

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 the window down
And kiss them bitches goodnight, they saw somethin'

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

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