Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, take off
Take off, take rings off
Bracelets is yapped, came off
Ante up, off

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

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

You think, I know that? Blow
hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that
From the cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety thou short of a mil

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, 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

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

Ante up, yap that
You big money, kidnap that fool
If you up in the club, back out your pistol
Catch fools 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 flash that thang time, bang, bang
Ante up, nigga, it's time

over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your
playin' these 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, that fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

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

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
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

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