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

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

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

Brownsville, of the brave
Put in work in the like a slave
Keep a rugged dress code, always in this stress
That shit 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 nine thou short of a mil

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

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

Ante up yap that
You want big money, kidnap that
If you up in the club, out your 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 flash that thang time bang, time
Ante up, nigga, it's time

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

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

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

of the streets, owners 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 Danze, gave you a chance
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
He he was strong
I had reason to believe he had some shit up his all along

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

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
Get up off god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up, oh yap fool oh
up, oh kidnap 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 first family, first