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 that huh?
shit shocked everybody

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

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

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

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

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

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' 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 homeboy I

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

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

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

took his grandson in the backyard
Gave me supposed to take the pressure off
Instead he me how to shoot at the mouth

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 from Mr. its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem the only homeboy I call

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

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

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

Put the in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka 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 the only homeboy I call

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