hit em up中文歌词

Question

如题所述

Answer 1

2PAC 很喜欢他 I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
我没有他妈的朋友
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
那就是为什么我操了你的婊子，你这死胖子
(take money) West side!!
（拿上钱）西岸！
Bad Boy killers
Bad Boy杀手
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
（拿上钱）你知道谁是最真实的黑鬼
(take money) We bring it to you
（拿上钱）我们让你知道
(take money)
（拿上钱）
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
最后给我离远点，我要声明我操你的婊子
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
当我们西岸到来的时候我们已经整装待发
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
你说你说花花公子但是我曾经干了你的老婆
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
我们这辈子和Bad Boy的混蛋干上了
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
PuffyBiggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
另外,Puff想要看我心跳变的微弱
我撕碎自以为是的BIGGIE还有JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A这些被划定目标的婊子

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
我们不断前进,向你们的钻石跑来
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
抓好枪，让它对着白痴们的胸前，你知道这就是统治者
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
一会停止了，去告诉你的兄弟我是如何离开你们的
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
戳烂你的屁股，把你切成岁片，现在你已经成了死人
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Lil Kim别烦真正的帮派分子
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
快点抬起你丑陋的屁股离开这条街，去他妈的和平
I let them niggas know it's on for life
我让那些黑鬼知道这是一辈子的
So let the West side ride tonight (haha)
所以今夜让西部掌控这一切(haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Bad Boy被暗杀,已经死了
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...
和我作对你的帽子会掉落，你知道，看…
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
掏出枪，当你看到2pac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
叫警察，当你看到2pac
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
谁开枪打了我，但是你这白痴没有把我干掉
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
现在你们会感受到我的愤怒
nigga, I hit em' up...
哥们,干掉他们.
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
听着，你们这些混蛋知道这是什么时候
I don't even know why I'm on this track
我不知道为什么我会在这首歌里
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
你们这些黑鬼和我不是一个水平
I'ma let my lil homies ride on you
我将让我的小兄弟来管制你
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!!
婊子养大的BAD BOY的婊子们，解决它！
Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
滚开，滚开
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Biggie Smallz已经摔倒了
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Little Moo到Mac，现在让我在他背后给他们一击
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
Frank White要打你的屁股，坐好了
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
小业余谋杀者，我从没听说过你
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya

Answer 2

Hit 'em Up (Explicit) - 2Pac (图派克)
That's why I f**ked your b***h
You're fat motherf**ker take money
West side
Bad boy killers take money
You know who the realist is
N***as we bring it to take money
Ha ha take money
First off f**k your b***h
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I f**ked your wife
We bust on bad boys
N***as f**k for life
Plus puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie smalls and junior mafia
Some mark a*s b***hes
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young a*s up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little kim
Don't f**k around with real g's
Quick to snatch your ugly a*s off the streets
So f**k peace
I'll let them n***as know
It's on for life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night ha ha
Bad boys murdered on wax and kill
F**k with me
And get your caps peeled
You know see
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac uh
Who shot me
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
N***a I hit 'em up
Check this out
You motherf**kers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all n***as ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
B***h made a*s bad boys b***hes
Ah yo yo hold the f**k up
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank white needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'Cause I'm a slam your a*s in a pang
Puffy weaker than a f**kin' block
I'm running through n***a
And I'm smoking junior mafia
In front of you n***a
With the ready power
Tucked in my guess
Under my eddie bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac uh
Who shot me
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
N***a I hit 'em up
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you n***as getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking d**e
It's like a shermine
N***as think they learned to fly
But they burn motherf**ker you deserve to die
Talking about you getting money
But it's funny to me
All you n***as living bummy
While you f**king with me
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out of prison
Pistols in the air air ha ha
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the b***h to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my a-k
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-f**ker I'll hit 'em up
I'm from n e w jers
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little ceas'
I'll bring you fake g's to your knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little kim is you
Coked up or d**ed up
Get your little junior whopper click smoked up
What the f**k
Is you stupid
I take money
Crash and mash through brooklyn
With my click looting shooting and polluting your block
With fifteen shot
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake a*s east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face you ain't nothing s**t but a faker
So fill the alize with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
Edi I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc with little ceas' in a choke uh
Toting smoke we ain't no motherf**kin' joke
Thug life n***as better be k