Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Ya Hands Up

(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of
(Stick ya hands up, ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya up)

(Blaze)
I catch'em while they sleeping, on point,
fall off
Known as a black hearse, who to haul your ass off
All talking, need to stop
I get stupid, and then let the motherfuckin' gat pop
I got a rumor for you bitches, at the
I strangle seven hoes, and I'm for a couple more
So if you get in my way, we got beef, and I'ma gut you like a fish, with my razor teeth
I'm a pit-bull a muzzle, held down by the Psychopathic family (Family!)
motherfucker, this is Colton,
turn your body into where you standing
Darkness is my weapon, and caution is
spit some shit,
and the blood clear up out your eyes
Go on and stick your hands up, and empty your
I'm leaving with our money, your rings, and your momma's

(Chorus)
yo' hands up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and your
Stick yo' hands up, you know that you done up 'cause!
Stick yo' up, now you in the presence of a thug
in the city, is out of control
What you do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?
bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Anybody Killa)
Raise'em up, let me see the rush
We only for the good shit, so give it up
a obstacle, and the object is,
to get it or just get dealt with
So put bitches sky-high, you think they care if you die
Fuck that in your eye (man why you crying)
I playing, do you see my homie smiling?
Man, let me see the watch,
Is gold? Are these diamonds? (Cha-Ching)
Dawg, give me all shit (Give it up)
And all rest of you, sew them lips
like I'm playing a game,
Who wants to be the first victim, to they brain
I suggest you keep them up, you heard what my homie said, bitch nuts
Stick'em up, up, don't move
cause you fucking with some for real (ooh)

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, come up out your jewels and money
Stick yo' hands up, you know that you fucked up 'cause!
Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a
Life in the city, is out of
What you gonna do? you gonna go? How you gonna live?
Bloody bullet holes, have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Blaze)
Put your hands up, this is a stick-up
Don't move, or they gonna get they throat cut
I'm low on fetty, and I got to get
I want it all, so go on, and the safe
My in the lobby, hand on the 4-5
Don't even about running, you move and you die
Wanna me, no vest can protect thee
Am I lying

(Anybody Killa)
Man, I we let them see
Put your backs to the wall, keep your hands I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, wounds
And if you doubt it, than you doomed
by us, cooperate
Smartness is the key factor, to your life a whole new chapter (real)
Mister tough guys live long, cause I'm down to take them out with the chrome
You know what I

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, this is a
Stick yo' up, come up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up, you know that you fucked up 'cause!
Stick yo' hands up, now you in the presence of a
Life in the city, is out of
What you gonna do? Where you go? How you gonna live?
bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low