Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

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

Waitin' for the day cut in the term and
So I could get out here and make proud 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 the game a cold
Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the
Oh no, naw, get lost wait a minute dog
Fucked 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
That says it all

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo 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 homeboy I call

Is just that a carry with 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 better tryin' to tell ya 'bout it

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

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

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

Put the money in the bag bitch before I yo head off
Get yo ass on the nigga 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 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 around like bitches, you gone make me loose it all
I gone talk about it but, God damn it

This bout to piss me off
And this dick ridin station ass motherfuckin'
down here in Raleigh
I don't give a fat bitch big titty 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 motherfuckin road us
If I said I ain't spossed 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 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

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