Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

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

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

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

When I met one of the "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money 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 from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I

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

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

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

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

Put the money in the bag bitch I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a 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

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

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

And the couple of spins that son-bitches
Did give me came from my man and
Man fuck that boy grab the looks
Come on the road with us
If I said anything I ain't spossed to
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 floor nigga 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 only I call

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