Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no motherfuckin
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 bitch and the click 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 Puffy tryin' ta see me 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, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, don't fuck with real G's
to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let niggaz 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, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you know what time it is (take money)
I don't know why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz even on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
made-ass bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
This no freestyle battle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' me?
I'm a self made
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record 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
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, and polluting your block
a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Thug Life, niggas better be
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's 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
They wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you fuck with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (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 from New York that want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then had to open their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck 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 kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
Guns they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
'em, we Bad Boy-killers