Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick '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
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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

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

This the east or the west, the 'Bama weed or the stress
I'm Young Pimp from Arthur an' we done passed the test
An' we the best, everywhere that we go
An' when our records come out, them bitches sell out the

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

'em up, stick '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

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
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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

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

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

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

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, '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, wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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

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

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

Coroner catchin' his like he's got asthma
When cut on the blue light an' see all that fuckin' plasma
Murda Master, nigga, I ain't new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, Young or that Ludacris
You

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
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick '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

ATL, the PAT, UGK an' DTP
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Drey, I 20, Ludacris an' Fake Fees
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Down South, how we do it? Pimp C an'
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Roll trees, ride Ds, make cheese an' fleas
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em