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 hearse, who came to haul your ass off
All your talking, to stop
Before I get stupid, and then let the gat pop
I got a rumor for you bitches, at the
I strangle 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, my razor sharp teeth
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle, held down by the family (Family!)
Checkmate motherfucker, is Colton,
turn your into dust where you standing
Darkness is my weapon, and is advised
spit some shit,
and draw the blood up out your eyes
Go on and stick your hands up, and your pockets
I'm leaving with our money, your rings, and your life

(Chorus)
yo' hands up, this is a robbery
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
Life in the city, is out of
What you gonna do? 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 coming for the 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 ain't playing, do you see my smiling?
Man, let me see the watch,
Is this Are these diamonds? (Cha-Ching)
Dawg, give me all shit (Give it up)
And all of you, better sew them lips
Acting I'm playing a game,
Who wants to be the first victim, to they brain
I suggest you keep up, you heard what my homie said, bitch check nuts
Stick'em up, keep'em up, don't
cause you fucking with some killers for (ooh)

(Chorus)
Stick yo' hands up, 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' 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 with yo' shit, and low

(Blaze)
Put your hands up, this is a motherfucking
Don't nobody move, or they 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 think running, you move and you die
Wanna test me, no vest can thee
Am I ABK?

(Anybody Killa)
Man, I we let them see
Put your to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best it (yep)
again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if you ever doubt it, you doomed
Death by us,
Smartness is the key factor, to give your life a new chapter (real)
Mister tough guys live long, cause I'm down to take them out with the chrome
You what 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 know that you done up 'cause!
Stick yo' up, now you in the presence of a thug
Life in the city, is out of
What you gonna do? you gonna go? How you gonna live?
bullet holes, should have stayed safe, in with yo' shit, and laid low