Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, I've on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, like Steve
I'm from the streets of where we be hustlin and grittin'
Gettin' that women, and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a trying to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and and toast the lean 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 my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my bankroll is
If I walked in a loser, I'm gonna walk out a winner
I ball like a hooper man, papered up like a
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my conscience cursin' out
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

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

Drinking and on some 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 allow (who?)
Aliens me, that's a no-no
They'll try to me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, something to calm my nerves
You libel to find me at my teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I plastered, but I'm all about 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 than my bark
Thought you thought,
Bitch you of shit like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
While sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
be running 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 like you
Dippin' and bobbin and
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, from the morning to the
Trying to get my paper right, my
Stack it to the

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