Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (take money)
You know who the realest is niggaz we it to you (take money)
(Take money)

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
This ain't no battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
Outlaw clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you fuck with us
You little young-ass (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a crew
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers