Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I got no motherfuckin friends
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) West side, Bad Boy (take money)
You who the realest is niggaz we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
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 at them fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Kim, don't fuck around with real 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 ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz 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 just got
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 attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style 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 packages 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 to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
This ain't no battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya 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 livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, 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 copied my
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
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 N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, and polluting your block
With a 15-shot Glock to your knot
Outlaw clique moving up another notch
And your pop popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
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
They don't see us (take money)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob we always on our job? (Take money)
We
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and catch a or a heart 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 New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? 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 laugh our staff got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad