Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, take off
chains off, take rings off
Bracelets is yapped, came off
up, everything off

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

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

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

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

Them thugs you know, ain't
Them you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin' 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 big money, kidnap that fool
If you up in the club, back out your money
Catch them fools at the bar for that money

The '87 up kids, what you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up, out that 740 shorty, I playin'
It's flash that thang time, bang, bang
up, nigga, it's game time

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, that 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

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

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

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

So? you, your honor, check my persona
I'm enough 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 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

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