Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

Put the in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga a motherfucka playin' with y'all
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 in the penetentury yard
Eatin' wieners outa
Smokin' on roll-ups, strokin' on my meat

Waitin' for the day cut in the term and
So I get out here and make mama 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 the door
Oh no, hell naw, get lost wait a dog
Fucked around one night out in New York

I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money a real long head
That bout 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
right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal this the only homeboy I call

Is just something a carry with me all the time
in case one of these motherfuckers loose 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 upon a time I think was the county
Where these used to run around armed and robbin'
was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from me jewelry stolen

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

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

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

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

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

And the couple of spins that son-bitches
Did give me from my man and them
Man fuck that church boy grab the
Come on the motherfuckin road us
If I said anything I ain't to said
And hurt anyone of y'all fuck 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 here 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 before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the