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

Take minks off, things off
Take chains off, rings off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
up, everything off

Fool what you want, we stiflin'
Fool what you want? Your life or jewels?
The rules, back 'em down next clap 'em down
mine we Brooklyn bound, bound now, now

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

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

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

up, oh, yap that fool 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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap that 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

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

Code of the streets, who creep
when 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, gave you a
'Cuz I blazed your man, I'm in the
He said he was
I had reason to believe he had shit up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, your honor my persona
I'm strong enough for old gold and
do what I wanna, quiet as kept
Raise hell 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

up, oh yap that fool 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
what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Ha, what first family, first