Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Ya Hands Up

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

(Blaze)
I while they sleeping, always on point,
never off
Known as a black hearse, who came to haul ass off
All your talking, to stop
Before I get stupid, and let the motherfuckin' gat pop
I got a for you bitches, at the core
I strangle seven hoes, and I'm looking for a more
So if you get in my way, we got beef, and gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp teeth
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle, held down by the Psychopathic (Family!)
motherfucker, this is Colton,
turn your body into where you standing
Darkness is my weapon, and caution is
spit some shit,
and draw the blood clear up out your
Go on and your hands up, and empty your pockets
I'm with our money, your rings, and your momma's life

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

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

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

(Blaze)
Put your hands up, this is a motherfucking
nobody 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 empty the
My homies in the lobby, on the 4-5
Don't think about running, you move and you die
Wanna test me, no 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 up, best believe 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 I mean?

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