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, '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 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

I want the 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 dependin' on me, I neglect it, niggas

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

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

throat on the 'dro an' keep that thang on the flo'
Want my money up 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, 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
'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, '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
bullets, I pull it, I'm about to live in vain
An' then I drill 'em, refill 'em, make sure they feel the

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

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

You think it's a fuckin' game you 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' guess what they
said

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, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
niggas, wouldn't 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 of time before 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 sense to see through incompetence
Nigga, keep your they don't flatter me
You fuckin' with me? An' be the day, bitch
We play, you know where the gat'll be

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

Coroner catchin' his breath he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue light an' see all that fuckin'
Millenium Murda Master, nigga, I ain't new to
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
'em up, stick '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 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

ATL, the PAT, UGK an' DTP
I wanna 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