Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, things off
Take chains off, rings off
Bracelets is yapped, Fame off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, that fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
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

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

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

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

Hand over the ring, take over the
Gimme the watch 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

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

Code of the streets, who creep
Slow when you sleep, holdin' the
Put in your 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 to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, your honor, my persona
I'm strong enough for old gold and
do what I wanna, quiet as kept
Raise hell, til I was tired of stress, yes

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

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, what the fuck, the fuck, what the fuck?
What? First family, first family, Brooklyn,