Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, things off
Take chains off, take off
is yapped, Fame came off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

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

Them you know, ain't friendly
Them you rock, make 'em envy
You it's all good, you creep through a small hood
Goons comin' up 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 money
Catch them at the bar for that Crystal money

The '87 stick up kids, what you niggas
Get the up, out that 740 shorty, I ain't playin'
It's that 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' these childish games me
1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, that fool
the perfect 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

I'ma, regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a spraya hater
Things 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 your jeep, the streets
It's the Lil'

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
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

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