Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah, nigga, got Ludacris
Got that UGK, that Disturbing The click
An' you know I'm tired of?
flashin' ass, flossin' ass niggas
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
'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

'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
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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

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

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

Stayin' throat on the 'dro an' keep thang on the flo'
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, I'ma 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
'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, 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, 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 live in
An' I drill 'em, refill 'em, make sure they feel the pain

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

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

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

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

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

Now I got confidence, I need no condiments
All I need is common sense to see your incompetence
Nigga, keep your compliments don't flatter me
You fuckin' me? An' that'll be the day, bitch
We don't play, you where the gat'll 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 an' sing a silent one
I promise if you get it it's gone be a violent one

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

'em up, stick '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
Target niggas, wouldn't 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

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

Down South, how we do it? C an' Bun-B
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
trees, ride Ds, make cheese an' shake fleas
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em