Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

Take minks off, things off
Take off, take rings off
Braclets is yapped, fame off
Ante up, off

Fool you want, we stiflin' fools
Fool what you want? life or your jewels?
The rules, back 'em next thing clap 'em down
Respect mine we Brooklyn bound, now, now

Brownsville, of the brave
Put in in the street like a slave
Keep a dress code, always in this stress mode
That will send you to your grave, so?

You I don't know that? Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold that, blow, nigga hold
From the street cousin, you know the
I'm nine hundred and nine thou short of a mil

up, yap that fool
Ante up, that fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
Get up off god damn diamonds' huh

Ante up, oh, yap that oh
up, oh, kidnap that fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

Them thugs you know, friendly
Them jewels you rock, 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a hood
Goons comin' up outta a cut for your goods and all should

Ante up yap fool
You want big money, kidnap that
If you up in the club, back out your pis tal
Catch them at the bar for that cristal money

The '87 stick up what you niggas sayin'?
Get the fuck up out that 740 shorty I ain't
It's flash that time bang, bang time
Ante up, nigga, game time

Hand over the ring, take the chain
Gimme the fuckin' before I pop one in your brain
Stop playin' these games with me
1 7 1 8, dangerously, nigga

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, that fool
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up, off them god diamonds' huh

up, oh, yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh, kidnap that
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him, zap him, yap him, zap him

I'ma, regulator, true playa hater
Get back down, your ass a mack spraya hater
Things that we need, money, clothes, weed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

of the streets, owners who creep
Slow when you sleep, the heat
Put holes in jeep, respect the streets
the L I L F A M, M E, E

Yeah nigga Danze, you a chance
'Cuz I blazed man, I'm in the wrong
He he was strong
I had reason to believe he had shit up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, your honor my persona
I'm enough for old gold and marijuana
I'ma do what I wanna, as kept
Raise hell till I was of stress, yes Lord

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap that
It's the timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them god diamonds' huh

up, oh yap that fool oh
Ante up, oh kidnap fool
Get him, get him, get him, hit him, hit him, hit him
Yap him zap him, yap him, zap him

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
The fuck, the fuck, the
Nigga what the fuck, what the fuck, what the
Ha, what first family, first