Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

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

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

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

You think I don't know that?
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 that
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, 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 through a small hood
Goons up outta a cut for your goods and they all should

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

The '87 stick up what you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't
It's flash that time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, it's game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh yap fool oh
up, oh kidnap 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
what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, what first family, first