Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up

Take off! Take things off!
Take chains off! Take off!
Braclets is yapped, came off!
Up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we stiflin
Fool what you Your life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing 'em down]
Respect we Brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]

Danze]
Brownsville, home of the
Put in work in the like a slave
Keep a dress code, always in this stress mode
[That shit will send you to grave] So?!
You think I don't that? [BLOW!]
Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that!
From the street cousin, you know the
I'm hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap fool!
Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the perfect timin, you see the man
Get up off god damn diamonds! Huh!
Up! Oh! Yap that fool! Oh!
Ante Up! Oh! that fool!
Get him (get him) get him! Hit him (hit him) hit him!
Yap him! (Zap him!) Yap him! (Zap him!)

[Lil'
Them you know, aint friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em
You thinkin it's all good, you creep a small hood
Goons up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Up! Yap that fool!
You big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your money
Catch them fools at the bar for Cristal money

Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you sayin?]
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't
It's flash that thang time, [bang] time
Up! Nigga, it's game time
Hand over the ring, take the chain
Gimme the fuckin watch I pop one in your brain
Stop playin these games with me
1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!

[Chorus] w/

[Lil'
I'ma, street regulator, playa hater
Get down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,
Code of the streets, owners who
Slow when you sleep, holdin the
Put holes in your jeep, the streets
the L-I L-F A-M, [M!] E, [E!]

[Billy
Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a
Cuz I your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had shit up his sleeve all along
Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do I wanna, quiet as kept
hell!] Til I was tired of stress, yes lord!

[Chorus] w/

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...
Nigga!
the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha,
Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!