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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat sided
In the they rob trains runnin' along side it
(Buck, buck)
See motherfucker we don't play with shit
And if you want shit back you had to pay for that shit

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

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

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

So they can come and take, all your
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 smack that bitch

Hoe you don't be rhymin', you still
Remy want goddamn diamonds
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

For tryin' to the necklace
I'm young hungry and reckless
On the streets a death wish
Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the list
up

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

Yap chain, smash the lens in your specs
Listen it's, Lil' Fame
With 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 dirt nigga
(Yep)
Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga
(Step)

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

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

up, yap that 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
jewels
up