Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and 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, mobbin' and mackin', and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment
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 hundred
I'm a hustler like Larry
money's my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my bankroll is
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm 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 cursin' out myself
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, from the morning to the
to get my paper right, my nigga
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
it to the ceiling

Drinking and blowing on some bud
on a strain you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
You drop my 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
They'll try to me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, something to calm my nerves
You libel to me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I plastered, but I'm all about my paper
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
More whips than Auto Trader, that's I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My is stronger than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, square as a
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real business?
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch smack-smacked
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't bring 'em back (bitch)

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

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