Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Ya Hands Up

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

(Blaze)
I catch'em while sleeping, always on point,
fall off
Known as a hearse, who came to haul your 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 seven hoes, and I'm looking 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 into dust where you standing
Darkness is my weapon, and is advised
spit some shit,
and draw the clear up out your eyes
Go on and stick your hands up, and your pockets
I'm leaving with our money, your rings, and your momma's

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

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

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, is a robbery
Stick yo' up, come up out your jewels 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
Life in the city, is out of
What you gonna do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna
bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low

(Blaze)
Put hands up, this is a motherfucking stick-up
Don't move, or they gonna get they throat cut
I'm low on fetty, and I got to get
I it all, so go on, and empty the safe
My homies in the lobby, on the 4-5
Don't think 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 messed around and got caught up, best it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, wounds
And if you ever doubt it, than you
Death by us,
Smartness is the key factor, to give your a whole new chapter (real)
Mister tough don't 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' 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 presence of a
Life in the city, is out of
What you do? Where you gonna go? How you gonna live?
Bloody bullet holes, have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low