Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah, nigga, got Ludacris
Got that UGK, that Disturbing The Peace
An' you know what I'm 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
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 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

I the money an' the power, they hittin' 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 right then we callin' a
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 Port Arthur an' we done passed the test
An' we smokin' the best, everywhere we go
An' when our records come out, them sell out the sto'

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

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

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

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

An' I got a ghetto aim with diamond 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 real rich, nigga, we gonna make chump change

You think a fuckin' game you think it's a blood sport
You for breath 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' what they said
They

'em up, stick '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

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

Say nigga, you it's a joke? Trill niggas be goin' for broke
this whistle, loc an' them mothafuckin' pistols smoke
An' it's just a matter of time you labeled a busta
Adjust the nigga that catch up an' cut the mustard

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

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

Coroner catchin' his breath like got asthma
When they cut on the blue light an' see all 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 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, 'em up, bitch, stick '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
Shawn Drey, I 20, Ludacris an' Fake
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 wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em