Luyện nghe bài hát Hit 'em Up - Outlawz

I ain't got no friends
That's why I yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You who the realest 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 with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy ta see me weak hearts I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around real G's
Quick to yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for
So let the ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see 

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, 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

Check this out, you motherfuckers know what it is (take money)
I even 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 Smalls got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks 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 ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin 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 livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my still the thug that you love to hate
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 the scenario
Ceas' 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 Junior Whopper click up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash through
With my click looting, and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no joke
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be in the wide open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's 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 
They 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 on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking me, nigga you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the fuck up before you get the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, you too (take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers, you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make all y'all kids don't grow
You can't 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 niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple 
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad