Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

Put the money in the bag before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga a motherfucka playin' with y'all
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 I call

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

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

Had to get cause the game 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 then money been a long head
That says it all

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the nigga think 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 problem this the only homeboy I call

Is something that a carry with me all the time
Just in case one of motherfuckers loose they mind
And run up on me I ain't gone hold 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 niggas used to run around armed and robbin'
was this little boy by the name of Moses
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 little Gucci
Oh naw , shit they did, what the fuck you think I did?
Grama, granny told Granpa

Granpa took his grandson in the
me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to at the mouth

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

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

This bout to piss me off
And this dick ridin radio station ass
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 me came from my man and them
Man fuck church boy grab the looks
Come on the motherfuckin 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 bitch I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' y'all
This here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't 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