Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
You want big money, kidnap that
If you up in the club, back out your money
Catch them fools at the bar for that Crystal

The '87 up kids, what you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up, out that 740 shorty, I ain't
It's that thang time, bang, bang time
up, nigga, it's game time

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

Ante up, yap fool
up, kidnap that fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off God damn 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, street regulator, playa hater
Get back down, your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

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

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

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

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