Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

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

First off, your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come with game
You claim to be a player but I your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them know it's on for life
So let the ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Check this out, you motherfuckers what time it is
I don't know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggaz ain't on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy -- 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 ain't heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole 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 Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my under my Eddie Bauer
Ya petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the 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 gettin killed
with ya mouths
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the hopin
Smokin it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you money but it's funny to me
All you livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air,
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all Versacci, you copied my style
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, my AK
I'm the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders
No points in common, we bringin to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil'
I bring you fake G's to knees, coppin pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or up?
Get ya Jr. Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya
with 15 cock glock to your knot
Outlaw click movin up another notch
And your box top spots get and dropped
and all your fake-ass East coast props brainstormed and

a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get for the paper
Edi Amin the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug Life better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, smokin
No need for it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up

Now you me who won? I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click up tryin to be us
How the they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck us?
You little motherfuckers
Don't one of you got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you around
and have a or a heart-attack
You better back the up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We gon' kill all you
Now when I came out I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they with a motherfuckin opinion
this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record
and as a crew
And if you be down with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die motherfucker
My fo'-fo' sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California nigga we ya
BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real
All you feel us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we records they felt
You niggaz can't it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy