Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(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, your 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 niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak 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 the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck 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 punks finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money)
I don't even why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't 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 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 heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie
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 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 with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
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 my style
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
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 Whopper click up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and 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 pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get murdered for the
E.D.I Amin approach the of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
No need for hoping, a battle lost
I got em crossed as 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
Dressing up 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, Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
XL, fuck 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 don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til 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 killers and the niggas
All you feel us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad