Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take off, take things off
chains off, take rings off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
up, everything off

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

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

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off god damn 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 all should

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap that oh
up, oh, kidnap 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, true playa
Get down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

Code of the streets, owners who
Slow when you sleep, the heat
Put holes in 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 to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along

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

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

Ante up, oh yap that 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, what first family, first