Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever I woke up this morning, I've been on
the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a cone
Took a shower and got in the wind, like Steve Wynn
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 killin' to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and in front of the apartment building
and totin' 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 like Larry Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
Papered up a tablet, my bankroll is massive
If I in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a winner
I like a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue my conscience cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

Act you know
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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
Smokin' on a strain you heard of
shit, I got it from my plugs
You drop my 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, a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My is stronger than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit like a dog
ass poodle, square as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running their mouth like that, we call 'em
That's how a bitch gets
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even 'em back (bitch)

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

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