Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

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

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when 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

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
This no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin with ya mouths open
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a 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 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 it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record
With my AK I'm still the that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA moving up another notch
And your pop popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass coast props
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em as soon 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 Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck they be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
one of you niggas 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
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfucking
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You motherfuckers 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 think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
nothing but killers and the real niggas
All you feel us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers