Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (robbing-hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, take off
Take chains off, rings off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap fool oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

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

Ante up yap fool
You want big money, kidnap that
If you up in the club, back out pis tal money
them fools at the bar for that cristal money

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up, off them god damn huh

up, oh, yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

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

of the streets, owners who creep
Slow you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the
the L I L F A M, M E, E

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

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

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

up, oh yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh kidnap that
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him zap him, yap him, zap him

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
The fuck, the fuck, the
Nigga what the fuck, what the fuck, the fuck
Ha, what first family, first