Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You know who the realest is we bring it to you (take money)
(Take money)

off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on 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 snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

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

Check this out, you know what time it is (take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
let my little homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal 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 need to get spanked right, for traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
weaker than 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 tuckin' my Guess under my Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to 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 gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds
Smokin dope like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of occurs
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' bring you fake G's to your knees
pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to knot
MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your ass East coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than 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, better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, a battle 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 wanna see us (take money)
Junior 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
ain't fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you fuck with us
You young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or (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 that want to bring it, bring it
But we singing, we bringing drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, then you too
Chino XL, 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 motherfuckers be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
bomb on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas 'cause our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we records they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad