Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

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

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

this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
I'ma let my 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, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the power tuckin' my Guess 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 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
This no freestyle battle
All you gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the hopin'
Smokin dope it's a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a self made
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my
Five shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you
Now go check the
Little I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your 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 fake ass East coast
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac taker
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 Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, a battle 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 they gonna be the mob when we always on our (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 little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and your mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna do
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
Chino XL, you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 sure all y'all kids don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You how it is, when we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad