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 you want, we stiflin fools
Fool what you want? life or your jewels?
The rules, [back 'em down], next thing [clap 'em
Respect we Brooklyn bound, [bound!] now, [now!]

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

M.O.P.]
Ante Up! Yap fool!
Up! Kidnap that fool!
It's the 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!)

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

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

[Chorus] w/

Fame]
I'ma, street regulator, true hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,
Code of the streets, owners who
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 your man, I'm in the
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had some 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!
What the fuck, what the fuck, the fuck...
Ha,
First Family, Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!