Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
why I fucked 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 and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave 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 fuck
I let them niggaz know it's on for
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
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's 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 niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
livin' 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 took it and
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

You's a, beat
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the 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 Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna 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 young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're with me, nigga 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
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
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down 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 motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside '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 and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad