Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Remix) - M.O.P./Busta Rhymes/Remy Martin/Tephlon

Attention please, attention
This shit here feels a whole entire world collapsed
Motherfucker, yeah, yeah, yeah,
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Buck, buck, buck, buck,
(Buck, buck, buck, buck)
Rhymes now, M.O.P. now

What you now?
(What you now?)
What you want
(What you now?)

What you now?
(What you now?)
What you want
(What you want, want, want, want, want, buck, buck)

Ante up, no, cut that
They want to act gun butt that fool
When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn
'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool,

you down nigga, run your ass down
Unleash the hounds till them niggaz gun your ass down
(Stop it)
You frontin' this was a thing of the past
With tattoos over the a nigga left on your ass

My think lopsided, bust they gat cross sided
In the subways they rob trains runnin' along it
(Buck, buck)
See motherfucker we play with that shit
And if you want your back you had to pay for that shit

You little niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz
Get you in the or early in the afternoon niggaz
We takin' whole shit while we pass through
Even the shirt off your back, run that too

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the
You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci
I get my dogs to do you dirty, all seven thirty

Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or
I take show money, take your 'dro money
(Oh, oh)
Yo yap that fool 'cause I don't know
For my peeps that hate slow money I put them in the

So they can and take, all your money
Wish I bring Pun back
(Blaow)
Bitch, run
(Blaow)
Bitch, run
(Blaow)
Bitch, run

So keep actin' like you don't know the funds at
And I'ma show motherfuckers where the guns at
Ante up, yo yap that
She try to spaz out then smack bitch

Hoe you don't be rhymin', you memorizin'
Remy want them goddamn
(Uh)

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
Get up off them diamonds
(Uh)

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
(Get him, hit him)
Yap him, yap him
(Zap him, zap him)

up, yap that fool
Fuck hip hop, rip
Snatch
up

What? My family suck
Run up yo' stash house, tie up
you strip butt-naked
Young buck got struck with the gun
(For what?)

For to tuck the necklace
I'm hungry armed and reckless
On the streets with a death
Don't when you see me, I'm on the guest list
up

Show no mercy B.K., nigga, thirsty
We bang hollows, you
the game motherfucker you and your chain hollow
Hit him, hit him, flash the
(Hit him)

Yap your chain, the lens in your specs
Listen it's, Lil' Fame
that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai

Hey yo I'm firin' out a top city, with a whole empire
A clip full of and a hand full of Fiyahh
Eat deep dirt
(Yep)
It's Berk' I put in until it hurt nigga
(Step)

Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I your ass leakin'
I'ma bang till the springs in thang start squeakin'
Die cocksucker, BAP boom BAP
Aight motherfucker, what's with you?

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

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, that fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
(Get him, hit him)
Yap him, yap him
(Zap him, zap him)

Ante up, yap fool
Fuck hip hop, rip
Snatch
up