Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Ya Hands Up

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

(Blaze)
I catch'em while sleeping, always on point,
never off
Known as a black hearse, who came to your ass off
All your talking, need to
Before I get stupid, and then let the 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 I'ma gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle, held by the Psychopathic family (Family!)
Checkmate motherfucker, is Colton,
turn your body into dust where you
Darkness is my weapon, and is advised
spit some shit,
and draw the blood clear up out eyes
Go on and stick your hands up, and your pockets
I'm leaving with our money, rings, and your momma's life

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

(Anybody Killa)
Raise'em up, let me see the blood
We only for the good shit, so give it up
a obstacle, and the object is,
to get with it or get dealt with
So put them bitches sky-high, you think they if you die
that 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 shit (Give it up)
And all rest of you, better sew 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 killers for real (ooh)

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

(Blaze)
Put your hands up, this is a stick-up
Don't nobody move, or they gonna get they cut
I'm low on fetty, and I got to get
I want it all, so go on, and the safe
My homies in the lobby, 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 backs to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if you ever it, than you doomed
by us, cooperate
Smartness is the key factor, to give life a whole new chapter (real)
Mister tough guys don't live long, I'm down to take them out with the chrome
You know I mean?

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