Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I up this 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'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh a feelin'
a fraudulent, I'm immaculate
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a percent
I'm a hustler like Larry
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
Papered up a tablet, my bankroll is massive
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 my conscience cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act like you
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my right, my nigga
it to the ceiling

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

and blowing on some good bud
Smokin' on a strain you heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You my weed on my rug
That's pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
Aliens around me, that's a
try to sneak me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe E-40 his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to my nerves
You to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I plastered, but I'm all about my paper
Liquor aroma, me in the elevator
whips than Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My is stronger than my bark
Thought you thought,
Bitch you full of like a dog park
ass poodle, square as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running their like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, can't even bring 'em back (bitch)

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

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

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