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

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

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

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

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

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

The '87 stick up kids what you sayin'?
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I playin'
It's flash thang time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, game time

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

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap that
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
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

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

Code of the streets, who creep
Slow 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, you a chance
'Cuz I blazed man, I'm in the wrong
He he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his all along

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

Ante up, yap that
up, kidnap that fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god damn 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
what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, first family, first family