Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take off, take things off
Take off, take rings off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
Ante up, off

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

Brownsville, of the brave
Put in work in the like 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 that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that
From the street cousin, you the drill
I'm nine hundred and nine thou short of a mil

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
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

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

Ante up yap fool
You want big money, kidnap that
If you up in the club, back out your pis tal
Catch them 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'
flash that thang time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, game time

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
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

I'ma, street regulator, true playa
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya
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 Danze, gave you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had some up his sleeve all along

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

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