Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

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

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

Brownsville, home of the
Put in work in the street like a
Keep a dress code, always in this stress mode
That will 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

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

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

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

The '87 stick up what you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I playin'
flash that thang time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, it's game

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

Ante up, yap that
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, 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 back down, make your ass a spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, the heat
Put in your jeep, respect the streets
the L I L F A M, M E, E

Yeah Danze, gave 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? you, your honor check my persona
I'm enough for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, as kept
Raise till I was tired of stress, yes Lord

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 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, the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, what first family, family