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

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

You think, I know that? Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold
From the street cousin, you know the
I'm nine and ninety nine thou short 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 damn

Ante up, oh, yap fool, oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that
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 thinkin' it's all good, you through a small hood
Goons up outta 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, back out your pistol
Catch them fools at the bar for that Crystal

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

Hand 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 that
Ante up, kidnap fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
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, true hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack spraya
Things that we need, money, clothes, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap fool, oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that
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