Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah, nigga, got that
Got that UGK, that Disturbing The Peace
An' you know what I'm of?
These ass, flossin' ass niggas
So if you see one you what you do?

'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

I want the money an' the power, hittin' me every hour
For the silt resin powder, chasin' them dollars
I'm from Texas, nigga, it get hectic,
People dependin' on me, I can't neglect it,

'Cause the game is deeper just workin' off the beeper
If the paper ain't right then we callin' a
To clean up the an' straighten the mess
So nigga, come wit ya pistol an' nigga, wit ya vest

This the east or the west, the 'Bama weed or the stress
I'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur an' we passed the test
An' we smokin' the best, everywhere we go
An' our records come out, them bitches sell out the sto'

Stayin' throat on the 'dro an' keep that thang on the
Want my up front when we come for the show
Y'all can play wit ya paper but I'm for mine
So while y'all buyin' them watches, I'ma stay on the
Fuck,

'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Hallow laid, hollow sprayed, I'm the Man
I get to the hollow point wit my hollow
Hollow bullets, I pull it, I'm about to in vain
An' then I drill 'em, refill 'em, make sure they feel the

mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin' gauge
Catch you in concert an' wipe you off the fuckin' stage
I feel a ghetto rage, let's turn the ghetto
My bitch will stick you wit ghetto stilleto thangs

An' I got a ghetto aim with 'bezeled rangs
So while my index is workin', my pinky's thangs
I hit 'em at close range, I spit 'em at most
You think you real rich, nigga, we gonna make chump change

You think a fuckin' game you think it's a blood sport
You gaspin' for breath an' I'm puffin' on one of Newports
An' I see a red dot aimed at yo'
Then bright lights, oh, no, an' guess what they said
said

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya up where I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Target niggas, wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Say nigga, you it's a joke? Trill niggas be goin' for broke
Twist this whistle, loc an' them mothafuckin' pistols
An' just a matter of time before you labeled a busta
the nigga that couldn't catch up an' cut the mustard

Now I got confidence, I don't need no
All I need is sense to see through your incompetence
Nigga, your compliments they don't flatter me
You fuckin' with me? An' be the day, bitch
We play, you know where the gat'll be

Right on the side of me, right it's 'posed to be
Bitch, niggas die for me just for gettin' too to me
So kiss your beads an' sing a silent one
'Cause I promise if you get it it's be a violent one

catchin' his breath like he's got asthma
When they cut on the light an' see all that fuckin' plasma
Millenium Murda Master, nigga, I new to this
So when you see that Bun-B, Young Pimp or Ludacris
You

Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
niggas, wouldn't wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Target niggas, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

ATL, the PAT, UGK an' DTP
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Shawn Drey, I 20, Ludacris an' Fake
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

Down South, how we do it? C an' Bun-B
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
Roll trees, ride Ds, make cheese an' fleas
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em