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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap that 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 you know, ain't friendly
Them jewels you rock, 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small
Goons comin' up outta a cut for your goods and they all

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

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

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

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
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

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

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

Yeah Danze, gave you a chance
I blazed 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, your check my persona
I'm strong enough for old and marijuana
I'ma do I wanna, quiet as kept
Raise hell till I was tired of stress, yes

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
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 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, what the
Ha, first family, first family