Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah I seen 'em come through a couple times
I didn't think of 'em, you know what I'm sayin'
But that shit you don't talk that
That shocked everybody

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with
right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the homeboy I call

I wonder how many about Petey Pab
When I was apache in the penetentury yard
Eatin' outa chanteens
Smokin' on roll-ups, on my love meat

Waitin' for the day cut in the and free
So I could get out here and make proud of me
And do the thing run up on the right man
That can pull the right string get to where I'm to be

Had to get ejected cause the game a
Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the
Oh no, naw, get lost wait a minute dog
around one night went out in New York

When I met one of the "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever then money been a real long head
bout says it all

Put the money in the bag bitch before I yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This right here from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only I call

Is just something that a with me all the time
Just in case one of motherfuckers loose they mind
And run up on me like I ain't gone hold it for mine
I can show you better than to tell ya 'bout it

See once upon a time I Pitt was the county
Where these used to run around armed and robbin'
There was little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home from gettin' me jewelry stolen

Till one day caught a hold to him
Did they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat
Oh naw , shit they did, what the fuck you think I did?
Told Grama, told Granpa

Granpa took his grandson in the
Gave me somethin' to take the pressure off
Instead he me how to shoot at the mouth

Put the money in the bag before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This right here came Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I

ain't certified till a nigga run in they house
Put the thang in they mouth and blow err thing they out
Run actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all
I gone talk about it but, God damn it

This motherfucker bout to me off
And this ridin radio station ass motherfuckin'
down here in Raleigh
I don't give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y'all play my shit

And the of spins that y'all son-bitches
Did give me came from my man and
Man fuck that boy grab the looks
on the motherfuckin road with us
If I said anything I ain't spossed to
And hurt of y'all them fuck it

Put the in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' y'all
This here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the homeboy I call

Put the money in the bag before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the