Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

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

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
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 jewels you rock, 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you through a small hood
Goons comin' up a cut for your goods and they all should

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
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

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 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 your man, I'm in the
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had some up his sleeve all along

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

Ante up, yap that
up, kidnap 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

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