Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

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

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

Check this out, you know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
I'ma let my little ride 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
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This ain't no battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied 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 love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your fake ass East coast
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is 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 gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but 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 niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you feel us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad