Luyện nghe bài hát Ante Up (robbing-hoodz Theory)

Take minks off, things off
chains off, take rings off
Braclets is yapped, came off
up, everything off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ante up, oh, yap that 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, street regulator, true hater
Get back down, make your ass a spraya hater
Things we need, money, clothes, weed indeed
Hats, food, booze, essentials,

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

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

So? Fuck you, your honor check my
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 that
Ante up, kidnap fool
It's the perfect timin', you see the man
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, first family, first family