Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The '87 stick up kids, you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up, out that 740 shorty, I 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 I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' childish games with me
1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga

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, that 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 mack hater
that we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

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

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 of stress, yes Lord

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap 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
What? First family, family, Brooklyn, yeah