Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

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

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

You think, I don't know Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, hold that
From the street cousin, you know the
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 them God damn

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

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

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

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

Hand over the ring, take over the
Gimme the fuckin' before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these childish games me
1-7-1-8, dangerously, nigga

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap fool
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

I'ma, street regulator, playa hater
Get back down, make ass a mack 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 blazed your man, I'm in the
He he was strong
I had to believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them God 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? First family, family, Brooklyn, yeah