Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap fool, oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap fool
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, make 'em
You it's all good, you creep through a small hood
comin' 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 Crystal money

The '87 stick up kids, what you 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, over the chain
Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in brain
Stop these childish games with me
Representin' 1-7-1-8, dangerously,

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
It's the 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

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

Code of the streets, owners who
Slow you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in jeep, respect the streets
the Lil' Fame

Yeah, Danze, gave you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
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 enough for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, as kept
Raise hell, til I was tired of stress, yes

Ante up, yap that
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, 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?
First family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah