Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, things off
Take chains off, take off
is yapped, Fame came off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap fool, oh
up, oh, kidnap 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?
What? family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah