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 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 in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, in this stress mode
That shit will send you to grave, so?

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

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

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

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

up, yap that fool
You want big money, that fool
If you up in the club, out your pistol money
Catch fools at the bar for that Crystal money

The '87 stick up kids, what you niggas
Get the fuck up, out that 740 shorty, I ain't
It's flash that time, bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, it's time

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

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

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

Code of the streets, owners who
when you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your jeep, the streets
It's the Lil'

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

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

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, 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

The fuck, the fuck, the
Nigga, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the
First family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah