Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

Fool, what you want? We fools
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 in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged code, always in this stress mode
That shit will you to your grave, so?

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, kidnap 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 through a small hood
Goons comin' up a cut for your goods and they all should

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

Hand over the ring, take 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 fool
Ante up, that 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, kidnap fool
Get him, get him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

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

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

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

So? Fuck you, your honor, 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
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
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

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