Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

Yeah I seen 'em come through here a times
I didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you what I'm sayin'
But that shit you don't talk huh?
shit shocked everybody

Put the money in the bag bitch before I yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only I call

I wonder how thought about Petey Pab
When I was apache rappin' in the yard
Eatin' wieners outa
Smokin' on roll-ups, on my love meat

Waitin' for the day cut in the and free
So I could get out here and mama proud of me
And do the right run up on the right man
That can pull the right string get to where I'm to be

Had to get cause the game a cold
Anywhere and when the motherfucka the door
Oh no, hell naw, get lost a minute dog
Fucked around one went out in New York

I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever then money been a real long head
bout says it all

Put the money in the bag bitch before I yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a playin' with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got on it
Anytime I got a personal problem this the only I call

Is just something that a carry with me all the
Just in case one of motherfuckers loose they mind
And run up on me like I ain't hold it down for mine
I can show you better tryin' to tell ya 'bout it

See upon a time I think Pitt was the county
Where these used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of
Had to run home keep from me jewelry stolen

one day nigga caught a hold to him
Did what they to em stole my little Gucci coat
Oh naw , shit yeah they did, what the fuck you think I
Told Grama, granny told

Granpa took his grandson in the
me somethin' supposed to take the pressure off
Instead he teach me how to shoot at the

Put the money in the bag before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal this the only homeboy I call

They ain't certified a nigga run in they house
Put the thang in they mouth and blow err thing think out
Run around actin' like bitches, you gone make me it all
I wasn't gone about it but, God damn it

motherfucker bout to piss me off
And this dick ridin station ass motherfuckin'
Nigga here in Raleigh
I don't give a fat big titty pair one of y'all motherfuckin play my shit

And the couple of that y'all son-bitches
Did give me came my man and them
Man fuck church boy grab the looks
Come on the motherfuckin with us
If I said anything I ain't spossed to
And hurt anyone of y'all fuck it

Put the money in the bag before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' y'all
This here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
Anytime I got a personal problem the only homeboy I call

Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo off
Get yo ass on the