Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
That's why I 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)

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride come equipped 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 M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on while we runnin' for yo' jewels
gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I 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 know it's on for
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
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all ain't even 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 just got
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
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 no freestyle battle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where plenty of murders
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
About to get murdered for the
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, niggas be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a lost
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
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
up trying 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 fuck us
You little young-ass (take money)
one of you niggas 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 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 bringing
Fuck you and your mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I told you it was just Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't but killers and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad