Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

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

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

Had the whole Brooklyn under pressure, I'm he ain't 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 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 buried bricks

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

Cars pilin' up the block for blocks, nigga, and 6's
the place 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 tapped him on the shoulder

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

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

Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the
line, he's out of control, he got to be dead
He's startin' to be a real
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 back to the to grab the guns

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

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

'Cause the Benz busted you and 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 hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, holdin' the tec

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