Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take off, take things off
Take off, take rings off
is yapped, Fame came off
Ante up, off

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

Brownsville, home of the
Put in work in the street a slave
a rugged dress code, always in this stress mode
That shit will send you to 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 fool
up, kidnap that fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
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

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

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

The '87 stick up kids, you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up, out that 740 shorty, I playin'
It's flash that thang time, bang, bang
Ante up, nigga, game time

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

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them God 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 down, make your ass a mack spraya hater
Things we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

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

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

Ante up, yap fool
up, kidnap that 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