Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, 'em up
Put ya up where 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

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

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

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

ain't the east or the west, the 'Bama weed or the stress
I'm Pimp from Port Arthur an' we done passed the test
An' we the best, everywhere that we go
An' when our records 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 up where 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

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

laid, hollow sprayed, I'm the Hollow Man
I get to the hollow wit my hollow plan
Hollow bullets, I pull it, I'm to live in vain
An' then I drill 'em, 'em, make sure they feel the pain

It's mighty strange how peephole is my fuckin' gauge
Catch you in concert an' then you off the fuckin' stage
I feel a ghetto rage, let's the ghetto page
My bitch will you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs

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

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

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

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

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

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

catchin' his breath like he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue an' see all that fuckin' plasma
Murda Master, nigga, I ain't new to this
So when you see Bun-B, Young Pimp or that Ludacris
You

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

'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
Put ya up where 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

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

Down South, how we do it? Pimp C an'
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em
trees, ride Ds, make cheese an' shake fleas
I wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em