Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(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 bitch and the click you claim
when we ride come equipped with game
You to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo'
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the
Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck
I let them niggaz it's on for life
So let the Westside tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and
Fuck wit' me and get yo' peeled, you know, see

ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, 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

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
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 Smalls just got
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I never heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin nigga
And I'm smokin' 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 packages hour to hit 'em up

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

Peep how we do it, keep it real, penitentiary steel
ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya open
Tryin' to up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they motherfucker, you deserve to die
bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made
livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you 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 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 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 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 mash through
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique up another notch
And your pop stars and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast
and locked

You's a, biter
A Pac taker
I'll tell you to face you ain't shit but a faker
than Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the wide open, gun
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.
up trying to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna 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, Mobb (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, nigga you 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 from New York that want to bring it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we bringing
Fuck you and your motherfucking
We're gonna all you motherfuckers
Now when I out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well this is how we do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck 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 can't be us or see us
We Thug Life-riders, Westside 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but and the real niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our shit goes and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You niggas laugh our staff got
Guns under they motherfuckin'
You know how it is, when we drop they felt
You niggas can't it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad