Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take minks off, take off
Take chains off, rings off
is yapped, fame came off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap that
It's the 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

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

up yap that fool
You big money, kidnap 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 playin'
It's flash that time bang, bang time
up, nigga, it's game time

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

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

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

of the streets, owners who creep
Slow you sleep, holdin' 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
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had shit up his sleeve all along

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

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

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