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

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

Fool you want, we stiflin' fools
Fool what you want? Your life or jewels?
The rules, 'em down next thing clap 'em down
Respect 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 shit send you to your grave, so?

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap that
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
Get up off them god diamonds' 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 thugs you know, friendly
Them jewels you rock, make 'em
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a hood
Goons comin' up outta a cut for goods and they all should

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

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

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

Ante up, yap that
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 mack hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

Yeah nigga Danze, gave you a
'Cuz I blazed man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had shit up his sleeve all along

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
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

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