Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take off, take things off
chains off, take rings off
Bracelets is yapped, Fame off
up, everything off

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

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

You think, I know that? Blow
hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that
From the street cousin, you the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety thou short of a mil

Ante up, yap fool
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

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

Ante up, yap fool
You want big money, kidnap that
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 playin'
It's flash that thang time, bang, time
Ante up, nigga, it's game

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

Ante up, yap fool
up, kidnap 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, 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 spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a
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, check my
I'm strong for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do I wanna, quiet as kept
hell, til I was tired of stress, yes Lord

Ante up, yap fool
up, kidnap that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
Get up off God damn 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, what the fuck, the fuck?
What? family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah