Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah I 'em come through here a couple times
I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you what I'm sayin'
But that you don't talk that 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 playin' with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its 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
I was apache rappin' in the penetentury yard
Eatin' wieners outa
Smokin' on roll-ups, on my love 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 run up on the right man
That can pull the right string get to where I'm to be

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

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

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

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

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

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

Granpa took his in the backyard
me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to 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 came from Mr. Charles its and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a problem this the only homeboy I call

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

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

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

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

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