Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Stack

[Lloyd Banks - 1]
Too much
On top of that, Im gettin high and
Im floatin on cloud 9, watchin niggas sinkin
No blinkin, you blink too much, you your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you as well pick your urn
I been talkin my intentions, now its to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my
no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, Ima leave a
Brought up in this hell, how Im heaven
I swear I fear I hear my laughin while Im ballin
Woke up this mornin the and alcohol callin
Livin that life of a mac, kickin them out off em
Ask em when they comin back, knowin that done lost em
Hit them bitches from the back, I aint want all the
be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat

Lets get this money, then make it stack
Then lets make history, cause they cant take that
Back to ballin and
up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how Im
And do you what it took?
I take you back down the road, the riches and bitches
And the and gold
I got it all from the work, no in my soul
I dont ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them

[Lloyd - Verse 2]
Heat up in the winter, so Im come the summer
We out here, gamblin the money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima her
And I been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in
Computer you tougher
I got Ros by the bottle, bitches by the
6 or 7 new ones, Im up the mob
Bitch I sleep in the Apollo, Im always on
I should take my show to broadway cause that hallway like a
Cant no bitch get in my mind, so I its physical
I out the dimes, I think Im invincible
I climbed to the top, now Im pissin off the
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin money
in my physicals, thats why Ima stand out
You dont got your hand in, you just got you out (son)

Lets get this money, then lets it stack
Then make history, cause they cant take that back
to ballin and spendin
Runnin up in these women, got a bitch out the
a look how Im livin
And do you what it took?
I take you back down the road, the riches and bitches
And the platinum and
I got it all the work, no contract in my soul
I dont ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them

I bomb on them hoes (x4)