Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

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

Brownsville, of the brave
Put in work in the street like a
Keep a rugged code, always in this stress mode
That 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 short of a mil

up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap fool
the perfect 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 thugs you know, ain't
Them jewels you rock, make 'em
You thinkin' it's all good, you through a small hood
Goons up outta a cut for your goods and they all should

Ante up, yap that
You want big money, 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 ain't
It's flash that thang time, bang, time
Ante up, nigga, it's game

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

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

up, oh, yap that 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, true playa
Get back down, make ass a mack spraya hater
that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

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

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

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

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