Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah I seen 'em come through here a couple
I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you what I'm sayin'
But shit you don't talk that huh?
That shocked 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 right here from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

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

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

Had to get ejected cause the a cold
Anywhere and when the motherfucka 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 then money been a real head
bout says it all

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

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

See once a time I think Pitt was the county
Where these niggas to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the of Moses
Had to run keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen

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

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

Put the money in the bag 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
I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

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

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

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

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 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 before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the