Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah, nigga, got Ludacris
Got that UGK, that The Peace click
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 up where 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
'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

I want the money an' the power, hittin' me every hour
For the silt powder, chasin' them dirty dollars
I'm from Texas, nigga, it get hectic,
People dependin' on me, I neglect it, niggas

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

This ain't the east or the west, the 'Bama or the stress
I'm Young Pimp from Arthur 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 that thang on the
my money up front when we come for the show
Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dyin' for
So while y'all buyin' them watches, I'ma stay on the
Fuck,

'em up, stick '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

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

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

mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin' 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 ghetto metal thangs

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

You think it's a fuckin' game you think it's a sport
You gaspin' for breath an' I'm puffin' on one of these
An' I see a red dot at yo' head
Then bright lights, oh, no, po'-po' an' guess they said
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
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
'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? Trill be goin' for broke
Twist this whistle, loc an' mothafuckin' pistols smoke
An' it's just a matter of time you labeled a busta
Adjust the nigga that couldn't up an' cut the mustard

Now I got confidence, I don't no condiments
All I is common sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga, keep compliments they don't flatter me
You fuckin' me? An' that'll be the day, bitch
We don't play, you know 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 beads an' 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 light an' see all that fuckin'
Millenium Murda Master, nigga, I new to this
So you see that Bun-B, Young Pimp 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
'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 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

ATL, the PAT, UGK an' DTP
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Shawn Drey, I 20, Ludacris an' 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, ride Ds, make an' shake fleas
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em