Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

Look at this nigga, in front of Justin's, actin' silly
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 take over shit

Ain't the same kid that shot Reg in the head?
Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have been
came home from doin' ten up in the Feds
Be extortin' kingpins for they and they 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 that motherfucker, fuck him, yeah, I'll pay him somethin'

Pay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the
Let him collect his
I'm the strongest force in New
'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
Dope dealers, hungry bitches, malicious

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

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

Word is, same kid killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the head
line, he's out of control, he got to be dead
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'
back to the spot to grab the guns

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

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

the Benz busted you and came at us firin' shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the side wet
The Benz ran in a store 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 still
Heard comin' closer, as I'm 'bout to shoot him
But fuck it, I opened his and let the tec spray
And him tell Satan, I'm on my way, die bitch