Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow
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 money stack it up, it like Yao Ming

I the bands on my wrist
Half a mill on my
jeans saggin' my shit
Foreign all on my dick
Fuck the law, I pay for it
the case, I could pay for it
200 a day
Nigga all them fuckin' pay for it
Big titties, fake
Got a big dick, get to it
nigga minds I influence
DT, they
Got nickels, dimes and
Too much power in my
Too kush all in my lungs
We clean plate for the crumbs
I'm up like I want
I won look at my
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, my money long
Exotic trips to
But our heart lit as phones
My paper like Yao
These niggas just on, for real

up on you, blowing on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow
And for them hatin' niggas that's doubtin' me
The stack it up, it look like 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

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

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

be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy big bank met Sosa at 6
Little duct tape mob
50 thousand in
Got yo girl kissin' on my
She that the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my
too long, don't show no pity
A Town bitch this my city
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, nigga fuck yo
Alley Boy a mine, I'm a golden child
Nigga, diamond in the
all these DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my
Money like Yao Ming
That's the chain, ain't no cream
That's K4, that ain't no
Them fuck niggas, that no team
My paper and my tape dogs
2 soul, a new outlaw
Play you beat me, hand
50 rounds, off

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