Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up

Take minks off! Take off!
Take chains off! Take off!
is yapped, Fame came off!
[Ante Up!] off!
Fool what you want, we fools
Fool what you want? 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 street like a
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this mode
[That shit will you to your grave] So?!
You think I don't that? [BLOW!]
Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga that!
From the cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and nine thou short of a mil

M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap fool!
Ante Up! that fool!
It's the timin, you see the man shinin
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 thugs you know, friendly
jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin it's all good, you creep through a small
comin up outta a cut for your goods and they all should
Ante Up! Yap fool!
You want big money, that fool!
If you up in the club, back out pis-tal money
Catch them fools at the bar for Cristal money

[Billy
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas
Get the fuck up out 740 shorty I ain't playin
flash that thang time, [bang] bang time
Ante Up! Nigga, it's time
over the ring, take over 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, true playa
Get back down, make your ass a mack hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,
of the streets, owners who creep
Slow you sleep, holdin the heat
Put in your jeep, respect the streets
the L-I L-F A-M, [M!] E, [E!]

[Billy
Yeah Danze, gave you a chance
Cuz I blazed man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all
[So?] you Your Honor! Check my persona!
I'm strong for Old Gold and marijuana!
I'ma do I wanna, quiet as kept
[Raise hell!] Til I was 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,
First Family, Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!