Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up morning, I've been on
the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, Steve Wynn
I'm from the streets of California where we be hustlin and
Gettin' that women, and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the building
Packin' and totin' and toast the oh what a feelin'
He's a fraudulent, I'm
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a percent
I'm a hustler like Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
Papered up like a tablet, my bankroll is
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a
I ball a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
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
and bobbin' and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my paper right, my
Stack it to the

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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
on a strain you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
You my weed on my rug
twenty pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
Aliens around me, that's a
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains into
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe E-40 his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, something to calm my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all my paper
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips than Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is stronger my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a chizznips
Flappin' their like some bitches, man they saps
be running their mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even bring 'em (bitch)

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
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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