Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

Pull up on you, blowing on that thing
Then do whatever Mr. bring
And for them hatin' niggas that's been me
The money stack it up, it look Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
These wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
The money it up, it look like Yao Ming

I the bands on my wrist
a mill on my bitch
Robbin' jeans my shit
Foreign all on my dick
Fuck the law, I pay for it
Fuck the case, I pay for it
200 a day
Nigga all them boys pay for it
Big titties, booty
Got a big dick, get to it
Young minds I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
Too much in my tongue
Too much kush all in my
We clean plate for the crumbs
I'm up like I want
I won look at my
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, arms my money
Exotic to Milan
But our heart lit as some
My like Yao Ming
These niggas putting on, for real

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
Then do Mr. Chow bring
And for them niggas that's been doubtin' me
The stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
The money it up, it look like Yao Ming

Okay I tall with that China white
Yugh, call Yao Ming
I don't fuck with these niggas
They all singing like Al
We well respected, well
My money long and my tires
rimes in my Aston Martin
No rollin' bitch 'cause my clean
New Murc' go skuurt
That bullshit you won't work
I'm out Chi-Town, my nigga Durk
run up on me wrong
Pussy get merked, bang bang nigga
White bricks, duckin' the chain gang nigga
Cock back, head shot, brain nigga
Same weed, from your main dame nigga
Keep it real, can't me they ain't gay nigga
masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga
Matte Black coming through the left nigga
You a pawn playin' in the chess game
F this, through yo vest game nigga
up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys
Weed loud, jewellery loud, we make noise

Pull up on you, blowing on that thing
Then do whatever Mr. bring
And for hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao
Yao Ming, Yao
The stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big bank met at 6
Little duct tape mob
50 thousand in
Got yo girl on my stomach
She know the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, lose my number
Money too long, don't no pity
A Town dumb this my city
Georgia pound, GA my
of the Braves, nigga fuck yo city
Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a child
Nigga, in the dirt
With all these in they face
And all the LV's on my
Money long like Yao
the chain, that ain't no cream
That's K4, that no lean
Them fuck niggas, that ain't no
My tall and my tape dogs
2 soul, a new outlaw
you beat me, hand choppa
50 rounds, off

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow
And find them hatin' niggas that's doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look Yao Ming