Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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, 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, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wouldn't 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 on me, I can't neglect it, niggas

'Cause the game is deeper just workin' off the beeper
If the paper ain't right we callin' a sweeper
To clean up the an' straighten 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 Pimp Port Arthur an' we done passed the test
An' we the best, everywhere that we go
An' when our come out, them bitches sell out the sto'

throat on the 'dro an' keep that thang on the flo'
Want my money up front we come for the show
Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm for mine
So while y'all buyin' them watches, 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
'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 up where 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

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

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

An' I got a ghetto aim with diamond rangs
So while my is workin', my pinky's blindin' thangs
I hit 'em at close range, I 'em at most brains
You think you real rich, nigga, we gonna make chump 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 lights, oh, no, po'-po' an' guess what they said
They

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, 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

Say nigga, you think a joke? Trill niggas be goin' for broke
Twist this whistle, loc an' them mothafuckin' pistols
An' it's just a matter of 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 through your
Nigga, keep your they don't flatter me
You fuckin' with me? An' be the day, bitch
We don't play, you where the gat'll be

on the side of me, right where 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 gone be a violent one

Coroner catchin' his breath he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue light an' see all fuckin' plasma
Millenium Master, nigga, I ain't new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, 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, '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
niggas, wouldn't wanna 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 wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Roll trees, ride Ds, cheese an' shake fleas
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em