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

Take off, take things off
Take chains off, take off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
up, everything off

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

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

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
the perfect 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

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

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

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

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

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 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, street regulator, playa hater
Get back down, make your ass a mack hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

Yeah nigga Danze, you a chance
'Cuz I blazed 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 honor my persona
I'm strong for old gold 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, kidnap fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god diamonds' huh

up, oh yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh that 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, what family, first family