Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (remix)

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

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

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

You think I know that? Blow
Nigga hold that, blow, nigga that, blow, nigga hold that
From the street cousin, you the drill
I'm hundred and ninety nine thou short of a mil

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

Ante up, oh, yap fool 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
jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you through a small hood
comin' up outta a cut for your goods and they all should

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

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

over the ring, take over the chain
Gimme the watch before I pop one in your brain
playin' these childish games with me
Representin' 1 7 1 8, dangerously,

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

Ante up, oh, yap 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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh yap that oh
Ante up, oh that 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, the fuck
Ha, what first family, family