Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up

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

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

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

Fame]
Them thugs you know, friendly
Them jewels you rock, 'em envy
You it's all good, you creep through a small hood
comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! Yap fool!
You big money, kidnap that fool!
If you up in the club, back out your pis-tal
Catch fools at the bar for that Cristal money

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

[Chorus] w/

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

[Billy
Yeah nigga Danze, you a chance
Cuz I blazed man, I'm in the wrong
He he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some up his sleeve all along
Fuck you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong enough for Old and marijuana!
I'ma do what I wanna, 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!
What the fuck, the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha,
Family, First Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!