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, Stick ya up)

(Blaze)
I while they sleeping, always on point,
fall off
Known as a hearse, who came to haul your ass off
All talking, need to stop
Before I get stupid, and then let the gat pop
I got a for you bitches, at the core
I seven hoes, and I'm looking for a couple 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 by the Psychopathic family (Family!)
motherfucker, this is Colton,
turn body into dust where you standing
Darkness is my weapon, and is advised
I'll some shit,
and draw the blood clear up out your
Go on and stick your up, and empty your pockets
I'm leaving our money, your rings, and your momma's life

(Chorus)
Stick yo' up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' up, come up out your 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 safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Anybody Killa)
Raise'em up, let me see the rush
We only coming for the good shit, so it up
Life's a obstacle, and the is,
to get it or just get dealt with
So put bitches sky-high, you think they care 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 gold? Are these diamonds? (Cha-Ching)
Dawg, give me all your (Give it up)
And all rest of you, better sew them
Acting like I'm a game,
Who wants to be the first victim, to reveal they
I you keep them up, you heard what my homie said, bitch check nuts
up, keep'em up, don't move
cause you with some killers for real (ooh)

(Chorus)
yo' hands up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, up out your jewels and your money
Stick yo' hands up, you that you done fucked up 'cause!
yo' hands 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 yo' shit, and laid low

(Blaze)
Put your hands up, this is a motherfucking
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 empty the
My homies in the lobby, on the 4-5
Don't even about running, you move and you die
Wanna test me, no vest can thee
Am I lying

(Anybody Killa)
Man, I suggest we let see
Put your backs to the wall, your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, believe it (yep)
again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if you doubt it, than you doomed
Death by us,
Smartness is the key factor, to give your life a whole new (real)
Mister tough guys don't live long, cause I'm down to take out with the chrome
You know I mean?

(Chorus)
yo' hands up, this is a robbery
Stick yo' hands up, come up out your and your money
Stick yo' hands up, you know 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 go? How you gonna live?
Bloody bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in yo' shit, and laid low