Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take off, take things off
chains off, take rings off
Braclets is yapped, came off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, that 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 that
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

Them thugs you know, ain't
Them jewels you rock, make 'em
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a hood
Goons up outta a cut for your goods and they all should

Ante up yap that
You want big money, kidnap fool
If you up in the club, out your pis tal money
them fools at the bar for that cristal money

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

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

Ante up, yap that
up, kidnap 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, kidnap 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, true hater
Get back down, make ass a mack 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 in your jeep, respect the streets
the L I L F A M, M E, E

Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a
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 enough for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as
Raise hell I was tired of stress, yes Lord

up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that
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 kidnap 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, first family, first family