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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them thugs you know, friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em
You thinkin' all good, you creep through a small hood
comin' up outta a cut for your goods and they all should

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap 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

I'ma, regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a spraya hater
that 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
the L I L F A M, M E, E

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

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

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

Ante up, oh yap that 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

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