Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

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

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

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

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

When I met one of the "Up-in-ala-boys"
Ever since then money been a real head
That bout it all

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

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

See once upon a I think Pitt was the county
Where niggas 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

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

Granpa took his in the backyard
Gave me somethin' supposed to the pressure off
he teach me how to shoot at the mouth

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 right here came Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on it
I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call

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

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

And the couple of spins that son-bitches
Did me came from my man and them
Man fuck that church boy grab the
Come on the road with us
If I said anything I spossed to said
And hurt anyone of y'all them it

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

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