Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (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 equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
Steady gunnin, on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't 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 ride tonight
Bad Boy on wax and killed
Fuck me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
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 (take money)
I even know why I'm on this track (take money)
niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch bad boy bitches deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy weaker than the block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie 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

how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you with me?
I'm a self made
Thug out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
Five shots drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from Jers'
Where plenty of murders
No or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the
Little Ceas' bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, and polluting your block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East props
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't but a faker
Softer than Alize with a
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin approach the scene of the
Like a loc, with Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No for hoping, it's 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
don't wanna see us (take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A.
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 fair but got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb (take money) you wanna fuck with us
You little young-ass (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our
Any of you niggas from New that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out, I you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to their mouth with a motherfucking opinion
this is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfucking
And if you to be down with Bad Boy, then fuck 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 sure all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers 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 Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the real
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes triple and
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records they
You niggas can't feel it, we the
Fuck 'em, we Bad