Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah, nigga, got Ludacris
Got UGK, that Disturbing The Peace click
An' you know I'm tired of?
These flashin' ass, flossin' ass
So if you see one you know you do?

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

I want the an' the power, they hittin' me every hour
For the silt resin powder, chasin' dirty dollars
I'm from Texas, nigga, it get hectic,
People on me, I can't neglect it, niggas

'Cause the game is deeper just workin' off the beeper
If the paper ain't right then we callin' a
To clean up the problems an' the mess
So nigga, come wit ya an' nigga, come wit ya vest

This ain't the east or the west, the 'Bama or the stress
I'm Young from Port Arthur an' we done passed the test
An' we smokin' the best, everywhere we go
An' when our records come out, them bitches out the sto'

Stayin' throat on the 'dro an' that thang on the flo'
Want my money up front when we for the show
Y'all can wit ya paper but I'm dyin' for mine
So while y'all them watches, I'ma stay on the grind
Fuck,

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

laid, hollow sprayed, I'm the Hollow Man
I get to the hollow point wit my hollow
bullets, I pull it, I'm about to live in vain
An' then I drill 'em, refill 'em, make they feel the pain

It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin'
you in concert an' then wipe you off the fuckin' stage
I a ghetto rage, let's turn the ghetto page
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal thangs

An' I got a ghetto aim with 'bezeled rangs
So while my index is workin', my pinky's thangs
I hit 'em at range, I spit 'em at most brains
You think you real rich, nigga, we gonna make some change

You think it's a fuckin' you think it's a blood sport
You gaspin' for breath an' I'm on one of these Newports
An' I see a red dot at yo' head
Then bright lights, oh, no, po'-po' an' what they said
They

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Say nigga, you think it's a joke? niggas be goin' for broke
Twist this whistle, loc an' them pistols smoke
An' it's just a matter of before you labeled a busta
Adjust the nigga couldn't catch up an' cut the mustard

Now I got confidence, I don't need no
All I is common sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga, keep your they don't flatter me
You fuckin' me? An' that'll be the day, bitch
We don't play, you know where the be

Right on the side of me, right it's 'posed to be
Bitch, niggas die for me just for gettin' too to me
So kiss your rosary beads an' a silent one
'Cause I promise if you get it it's gone be a one

Coroner catchin' his breath like got asthma
When they cut on the blue light an' see all that fuckin'
Millenium Murda Master, nigga, I new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, Pimp or that Ludacris
You

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

ATL, the PAT, UGK an' DTP
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Drey, I 20, Ludacris an' Fake Fees
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

South, how we do it? Pimp C an' Bun-B
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Roll trees, Ds, make cheese an' shake fleas
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em