Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks 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 even why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
let my little homies 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
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' I'm runnin through 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 sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
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 sleep in the
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' 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, a battle lost
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
They 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 but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad