Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up Nu Mixx

I ain't got no motherfuckin
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) side!!
Bad Boy
(take money) You know who the realest is
(take money) We it to you
(take money)

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

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
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 little homies on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- with it!!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White to get spanked right, for settin traps
accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin 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 my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages 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 the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Peep how we do it, it real, it's penitentiary steel
ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the hopin
Smokin dope it's like a high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a made millionare
Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
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 about Versacci, you 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 still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

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

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

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

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die motherfucker
My make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers be us or see us
We the Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya
We'll 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 motherfuckers us
Our shit's goin triple and
(take money)

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