Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)

Take off, take things off
Take chains off, take off
Bracelets is yapped, came off
Ante up, off

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

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

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

Ante up, yap fool
Ante up, kidnap that
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off God damn diamonds

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

Them you know, ain't friendly
jewels you rock, make 'em envy
You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small
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, back out your pistol
Catch them at the bar for that Crystal money

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

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

Ante up, yap that
Ante up, kidnap fool
the perfect timin', you see the man shinin'
Get up off them God damn

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

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

Code of the streets, who creep
when you sleep, holdin' the heat
Put holes in jeep, respect the streets
the Lil' Fame

Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a
I blazed your man, I'm in the wrong
He said he was
I had reason to he had some shit up his sleeve all along

So? Fuck you, honor, check my persona
I'm strong enough for old gold and
do what I wanna, quiet as kept
Raise hell, til I was of stress, yes Lord

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

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

The fuck, the fuck, the
Nigga, what the fuck, the fuck, what the fuck?
What? family, first family, Brooklyn, yeah