Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take minks off, take off
Take chains off, take off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
Ante up, off

Fool what you want, we fools
Fool you want? Your life or your jewels?
The rules, back 'em down next clap 'em down
mine we Brooklyn bound, bound now, now

Brownsville, of the brave
Put in in the street like a slave
Keep a dress code, always in this stress mode
That shit send you to your grave, so?

You think I don't know Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga that
the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

Ante up, yap that
up, kidnap that fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god diamonds' huh

up, oh, yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

thugs you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em
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 that
You want big money, kidnap fool
If you up in the club, back out your pis tal
Catch fools at the bar for that cristal money

The '87 stick up kids what you sayin'?
Get the up out that 740 shorty I ain't playin'
It's that thang time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, it's game

Hand over the ring, over the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these games with me
Representin' 1 7 1 8, dangerously,

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up, off them god damn huh

Ante up, oh, yap 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

I'ma, street regulator, 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
Slow when you sleep, the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the
the L I L F A M, M E, E

Yeah nigga Danze, you a chance
I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, honor check my persona
I'm strong for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, as kept
Raise hell till I was of stress, yes Lord

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, 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

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
The fuck, the fuck, the
Nigga what the fuck, what the fuck, the fuck
Ha, what family, first family