Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take off, take things off
Take chains off, take off
Bracelets is yapped, Fame off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

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

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 jewels you rock, make 'em
You it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin' up outta a cut for goods and they all should

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

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

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

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

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

of the streets, owners who creep
Slow you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put in your jeep, respect the streets
the Lil' Fame

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

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

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

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

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