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

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

Fool 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, home of the
Put in in the street like 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, hold that
the street cousin, you know the drill
I'm nine and ninety nine thou short of a mil

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

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

Ante up yap that
You want big money, kidnap fool
If you up in the club, back out your pis tal
them fools at the bar for that cristal 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 bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, game time

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

Ante up, yap 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, 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, indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

Code of the streets, owners who
Slow you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in your jeep, respect the
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 shit up his sleeve all along

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
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, the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, first family, first family