Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Puffy tryin' 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, don't fuck with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
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 feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
I'ma let my 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
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
ya shank ya whole style 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 Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
Now ya bout to feel the 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
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep 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 still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all fake 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 than with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, it's a 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.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna 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, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get smacked the up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was about Biggie
Then everybody had to open mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
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 y'all fuckers, fuck 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
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad