Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up

Take minks off! things off!
Take chains off! Take off!
Braclets is yapped, Fame off!
Up!] Everything off!
Fool what you want, we fools
Fool what you want? Your life or your
The rules, [back 'em down], thing [clap 'em down]
Respect mine we bound, [bound!] now, [now!]

[Billy
Brownsville, of the brave
Put in work in the street a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in stress mode
[That will send you to your grave] So?!
You think I know that? [BLOW!]
Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] Nigga hold that! [BLOW!] hold that!
From the street cousin, you 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 perfect timin, you see the man
Get up off them god 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!)

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

Danze]
The '87 stick up kids, [what you niggas
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't
It's flash thang time, [bang] 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
Stop playin these childish games me
1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga!

[Chorus] w/

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

[Billy
Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a
Cuz I blazed man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his all along
[So?] Fuck you Honor! Check my persona!
I'm enough 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, the fuck, what the fuck...
Ha,
First Family, Family...
Brooklyn...
Yeah!