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

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

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

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

You think I know that? Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, hold that
From the street cousin, you know the
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine thou of a mil

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

Ante up, oh, yap that 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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap that 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

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

of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, 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 he had some shit up his sleeve all along

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

Ante up, yap fool
up, kidnap 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 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 what the fuck, the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, first family, first family