Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take minks off, take off
Take chains off, take off
Braclets is yapped, came off
Ante up, off

Fool you want, we stiflin' fools
Fool what you want? life or your jewels?
The rules, back 'em down next thing 'em down
Respect 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 this mode
That shit will you to your grave, so?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma, regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a spraya hater
that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

Code of the streets, owners who
when you sleep, holdin' 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 to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, your honor my persona
I'm strong 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 fool
Ante up, kidnap 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 that
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, family