Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

Waitin' for the day cut in the term and
So I could get out and make mama proud of me
And do the right run up on the right man
That can 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, 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 then money been a real long head
That says it all

Put the money in the bag before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal this the only homeboy I call

Is just something that a carry with me all the
Just in case one of these motherfuckers loose they
And run up on me like I ain't gone hold it for mine
I can you better than 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'
There was little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from me jewelry stolen

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

Granpa took his 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 I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga 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

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

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

And the couple of spins that y'all
Did give me from my man and them
Man fuck that boy grab the looks
Come on the motherfuckin road us
If I said anything I ain't spossed to
And hurt anyone of y'all them it

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 right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it got Sears on it
Anytime I got a problem this the only homeboy I call

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