Luyện nghe bài hát Stick 'em Up

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

'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, 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

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

'Cause the is deeper than 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, come wit ya

This ain't the east or the west, the 'Bama weed or the
I'm Young from Port Arthur an' we done passed the test
An' we the best, everywhere that we go
An' when our records come out, them bitches out the sto'

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

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

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, wanna be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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

It's strange how your peephole is my fuckin' gauge
Catch you in an' then wipe you off the fuckin' stage
I feel a ghetto rage, turn the ghetto page
My bitch stick you wit ghetto metal stilleto thangs

An' I got a ghetto aim with diamond 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 it's a fuckin' game you think a blood sport
You gaspin' for an' I'm puffin' on one of these Newports
An' I see a red dot aimed at yo'
Then bright lights, oh, no, po'-po' an' guess what they
They

'em up, stick 'em up, bitch, stick '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

'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, 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 just a matter of time you labeled a busta
Adjust the nigga couldn't catch up an' cut the mustard

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

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

Coroner catchin' his breath he's got asthma
When they cut on the blue an' see all that fuckin' plasma
Millenium 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 hands up I can see 'em, see 'em, see 'em
Stick 'em up, 'em up, bitch, stick 'em up
niggas, wouldn't 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' Fees
I wouldn't be 'em, be 'em, be 'em

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