Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

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

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

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

You think I know that? Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga that
From the street cousin, you the drill
I'm nine and ninety nine thou short of a mil

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

Ante up, oh, yap that 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

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

Ante up yap that
You want big money, that 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 you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't
It's flash that thang time bang, time
Ante up, nigga, it's game

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

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

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, 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

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

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
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, the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, what first family, family