Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take off, take things off
Take chains off, rings off
Bracelets is yapped, came off
Ante up, off

Fool, what you want? We stiflin'
Fool, what you Your life or your jewels?
The rules, back 'em down, thing, clap 'em down
Respect mine, we Brooklyn 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 know that? Blow
Nigga that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that
From the street cousin, you the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety thou short of a mil

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

up, oh, yap that fool, oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that
Get him, get 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 it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin' up outta a cut for your goods and all should

up, yap that fool
You big money, kidnap that fool
If you up in the club, back out your pistol
Catch them at the bar for that Crystal money

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off God damn diamonds

Ante up, oh, yap fool, oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

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

Code of the streets, who creep
Slow when you sleep, the heat
Put holes in jeep, respect the streets
It's the Lil'

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

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

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

up, oh, yap that fool, oh
Ante up, oh, that fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

The fuck, the fuck, the
Nigga, the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
First family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah