Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the floor think 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

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

Waitin' for the day cut in the and free
So I could get out here and 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 ejected cause the game a
Anywhere and the motherfucka slammed the door
Oh no, hell naw, get lost a minute dog
Fucked one night went out in New York

When I met one of the "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since 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 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

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

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

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

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

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 house
Put the in they mouth and blow 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 ass motherfuckin'
Nigga down here in
I don't give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y'all motherfuckin my shit

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

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

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