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

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

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

Brownsville, of the brave
Put in in the street like a slave
Keep a rugged code, always in this 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 street cousin, you the drill
I'm nine hundred and ninety 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

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

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

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

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

Hand over the ring, take over the
Gimme the watch 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 fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
Get up, off god damn 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

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

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

Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
He he was strong
I had to believe he had some shit up his sleeve 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
hell till I was tired of stress, yes Lord

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

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