Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah I seen 'em come here a couple times
I think nuttin' of 'em, you know what I'm sayin'
But that shit you don't talk huh?
shit 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
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

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

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

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

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

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

Is just something that a carry me all the time
Just in one of these motherfuckers loose 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
these niggas used to run around armed and robbin'
There was little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry

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

took his grandson in the backyard
Gave me somethin' supposed to the pressure off
he teach me how to shoot at the mouth

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a playin' with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it 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 and blow err thing they think out
Run actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it all
I wasn't gone talk it but, God damn it

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

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

Put the money in the bag bitch I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it got Sears on it
I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

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