Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

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

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

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

I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money been a real head
That bout it all

Put the in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' 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

Is something that a carry with me all the time
Just in one of these motherfuckers loose they mind
And run up on me like I gone hold it down for mine
I can you better than tryin' to tell ya 'bout it

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

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

Granpa his grandson 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 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 long and it ain't got on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I

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

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

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

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

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