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

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

You think, I don't know that?
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

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap that
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 you know, ain't friendly
Them you rock, make '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

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

Hand over the ring, take the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your
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 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

I'ma, regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

Code of the streets, who creep
when you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your jeep, the streets
the Lil' Fame

Yeah, nigga Danze, you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
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 what I wanna, as kept
Raise hell, til I was of stress, yes Lord

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

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