Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

I how many thought about Petey Pab
I was apache rappin' in the penetentury yard
Eatin' wieners outa
Smokin' on roll-ups, strokin' on my meat

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

Had to get cause the game a cold
and when the motherfucka slammed the door
Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a dog
Fucked around one night went out in New

When I met one of the "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then 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 nigga a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This right came 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 carry me all the time
Just in case one of these motherfuckers they mind
And run up on me like I ain't gone it down for mine
I can show you than tryin' to tell ya 'bout it

See once upon a I think Pitt was the county
these niggas used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of
Had to run home keep gettin' me jewelry stolen

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

Granpa took his grandson in the
Gave me somethin' to take the pressure off
he teach 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 think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem the only homeboy I call

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

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

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

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

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