Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, like Wynn
I'm from the streets of where we be hustlin and grittin'
that women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a
Perkin' and and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the oh what a feelin'
a fraudulent, I'm immaculate
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a percent
I'm a like Larry Flynt
Getting my habit, I stay in the traffic
up like a tablet, my bankroll is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm gonna out a winner
I ball like a hooper man, up like a printer
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act like you
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

Act you know
and bobbin' and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

Drinking and blowing on good bud
Smokin' on a strain you heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You drop my on my rug
That's twenty pushups, that's a party
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
around me, that's a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains into
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
More than Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit like a dog
Mark ass poodle, square as a
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like bitches, man they saps
Dudes be their mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch smack-smacked
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, can't even bring 'em back (bitch)

Act you know
and bobbin and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

Act you know
Dippin' and bobbin and
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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