Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked 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, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to 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 murdered on wax and
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when 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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls got dropped
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
Poisinous gats attack when I'm ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style I gank
your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
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 petty sour, I get packages hour to hit 'em up

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks finish
Now ya to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' bout you money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a to let you sleep in the house
Now all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm N-E-W Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to knees
Copping pleas in de
Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
and locked

You's a, beat
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Thug Life, niggas be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a lost
I got em crossed as soon as the is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
They don't 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 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 wanna with us
You little young-ass (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna kill all you
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
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 y'all kids grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad