Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

'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

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

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

This 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' our records come out, them bitches sell out the sto'

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

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, 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
'em up, stick '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 point wit my plan
Hollow bullets, I pull it, I'm about to live in
An' then I 'em, refill 'em, make sure they feel the pain

mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin' gauge
Catch you in concert an' wipe you off the fuckin' stage
I feel a ghetto rage, let's turn the ghetto
My bitch will you wit ghetto metal stilleto 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 spit 'em at most
You you real rich, nigga, we gonna make some chump change

You think it's a 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 aimed at yo'
Then bright lights, oh, no, po'-po' an' guess what they
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

'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

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

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

Coroner catchin' his breath like he's got
When they cut on the light an' see all that fuckin' plasma
Millenium Murda Master, nigga, I new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, Young Pimp or Ludacris
You

'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, 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, 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, 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' shake
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em