Luyện nghe bài hát The Hit

Look at this nigga, stuntin' in 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 think they
Get a few and a click and wanna take over shit

Ain't that the kid that 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 horse and they

Had the whole Brooklyn under pressure, I'm surprised he test ya
Mad know better
I ain't up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin'
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 corpse and even then, I'll be with bricks

And filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later
I'm in the spot, it light
Watchin' the Tyson fight, packed, uh, with killers and rats
dealers, money 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 walk 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, both fled
But who the fuck do somethin' so brazen and reckless?

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

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

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

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

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, musta saw somethin'

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