Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

I wonder how thought about Petey Pab
When I was apache rappin' in the penetentury
Eatin' wieners chanteens
on roll-ups, strokin' on my love meat

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

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

I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money a real long head
That says it all

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

Is just something that a with me all the time
Just in case one of these motherfuckers they mind
And run up on me like I gone hold it down for mine
I can show you than tryin' to tell ya 'bout it

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

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

Granpa took his in the backyard
me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to shoot at the

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

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

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

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

Put the money in the bag bitch I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga a motherfucka playin' with y'all
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

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