Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

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

First off, fuck your bitch and the click you
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on 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 young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
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

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

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin'
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I
Guard your rank, 'cause slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, when you see
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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's steel
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed ya mouths open
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy why you fuckin' 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 Versace, you copied my style
shots 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 N-E-W Jers'
plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we drama to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little Ceas' bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you coked up or up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click up
What the fuck, is you
I take money, crash and mash Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting block
With a cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up notch
And your pop popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

a, beat biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a
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
Thug Life, niggas 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.
up trying 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 young-ass motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you got sickle-cell or something (take money)
You're fucking with me, you fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, it
But we singing, we bringing drama
you and your motherfucking mama
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I 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
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, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of y'all fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You how it is, when we drop records they felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
'em, we Bad Boy-killers